The Storm, Part One
We were not expecting rain.
They said it would be bright and sunny.
Well, they were wrong.
The sky above was blue.
It was warm and there was almost no wind.
We had the sails out full.
We were heading toward Treasure Cove.
Suddenly, Joe spotted something.
There is a storm coming! 
Storm? 
How could there be a storm?
I looked where he was pointing.
There was a thin black line on the horizon.
Quick! 
Get the sails, I yelled.
I knew this type of storm.
It was deadly.
It could come very, very quickly.
From a beautiful, windless day it could come.
Rains and winds# would suddenly lash at your boat.
They would catch any open sail.
They could flip a boat over,# quick as a flash.
Sure enough, in no time at all,# the storm was upon us.
The sky was a heavy black.
The rain came down in torrents.
The wind roared in our ears.
The waves rose around us.
Higher and higher they rose.
Bang!
The waves threw us over to one side.
Bang!
The wind flung us over to the other side.
Thank goodness we had got the sails down.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
It seemed like hours.
It seemed like forever.
Then, just as suddenly as it had come,# the storm was over.
The sky was clear and blue once more.
I looked over at Joe.
There were tears of relief in his eyes.
That was close, he said.
Certainly was, I answered.
Shall we go home now? 
Sure!
We turned our battered boat around# and set sail for home.