Let it rain.

Let it rain, let it pour! My mom had a near death experience. We went shopping in Phoenix right after school. As we were driving home, the storm that had been brewing all day seemed to grow exponentially. We raced it back to the house, trying to get the bed sheets off the line and bring in all the perishable goods.

Lightning streaked through the air and the storm was finally upon us. The members of the church next door to us screamed, and were all but drowned out by the thunder. I grabbed the last of the food, my mom right behind us. "Is everything in?" She asked. "Everything that needs to be. The rain will start any second. Don't go back outside." I responded. The moment I said that, there was an all merciful boom, and red splashed across my vision.

"Lightning hit the car!" Mom yelled, but I had to disagree. She hadn't seen the flash I had. I told her what I saw, but she still disagreed with me. So, knowing that I wouldn't win, went upstairs.

My sister bursts through my door screaming "Adrian's tree is on fire!" I rushed outside, seeing the ride fire engine and it's many passengers examining the area. Luckily, it was only a palm tree got singed, but the entire area was searched to make sure no stray embers could catch something else on fire later.

Either way, Mom could have been hit, whether when she was getting the groceries or passing the trees to bring them inside. Needless to say, I will never let her live it down.

Lucy Randazzo
WHS
Wickenburg, Ariz.