I stare out the window. It’s still raining. It’s been like this for days. Every day I look and see the floodwater getting higher. After three days, the flood is nearly up to our windows.
I see all the rescue men walking into peoples' houses. Every day I see them walking around in the brown muddy floodwater with it past their waist. I wonder when it is going to be our turn, our turn to get evacuated?
I see all the rescue men walking into peoples' houses. Every day I see them walking around in the brown muddy floodwater with it past their waist. I wonder when it is going to be our turn, our turn to get evacuated?
After many hours of waiting, the rescue men turn up to our door. I take my dearest possessions, my book of memories, my cat and our survival kit.
The Village that we got sent to is nice, but I miss my home. Today we heard the phone ringing - it hasn't rang in ages. It was the rescue men to say we can go back to our house.
When we got back to our garden, it was all wrecked. The flower beds all were brown and muddy. There was not one single bade of grass left. We have got trees all around our house from when the flood washed them down. We have weeks ahead of us to clean up.
The Village that we got sent to is nice, but I miss my home. Today we heard the phone ringing - it hasn't rang in ages. It was the rescue men to say we can go back to our house.
When we got back to our garden, it was all wrecked. The flower beds all were brown and muddy. There was not one single bade of grass left. We have got trees all around our house from when the flood washed them down. We have weeks ahead of us to clean up.
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