Hurricane Ima Descriptive Writing

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Winds roared as roofs were torn off and trees thrown like kindling. I sat in pitch-black darkness listening to the winds howling against the windows, praying with every fiber of my being that our roof would stay intact. It took only a few hours for this monster storm, the largest to ever hit the Atlantic Ocean, to evoke an unforgettable fear in me, a sickening pit of anxiety that would last for days to come. Hurricane Irma, which started out as a tropical depression broke the calibrations of the Saffir-Simpson Wind-Scale with winds over 185 mph as it headed towards my home, the island of St. Maarten. Within a blink of an eye I saw 37 square miles of paradise turn into 37 square miles of devastation.

In the early hours of the morning after the passing of Irma, winds still blew and rain still poured. What was supposed to feel like relief suddenly turned into horror. The true face of humanity revealed …show more content…

My notions of right and wrong danced on a thin line. I understood the needs of survival, but my moral compass scrambled to justify the mass looting in time of this tragedy.

This was not the friendly island of St. Maarten anymore. It wasn't the home I have always known. My reality took a 180 degree turn into a life I could never imagine to be. I was stripped from the idea of looking into the future but I learned to get through each day by putting one foot in front of the other. Sometimes, I still lay awake at night every time it rains heavily, in fear that everything will be gone again. The simple commodities, like showering and brushing my teeth with running water, was replaced with using one bottle of water poured with small pots to conserve what little we had. I have learned to be less materialistic and more grateful for the little things I took for granted in life. I have learned to believe in perseverance and resilience even though my sense of ‘home’ is not the same

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