The+Tornado

The summer day was very hot. I was just a child then and was playing outside with my friends. In the late afternoon, dark clouds began to gather in the western sky, and later the wind began to blow. The gray clouds jetted faster and faster across the sky toward us. All of a sudden, the sky turned yellow. I could hear my mother shouting to us to get into the house immediately. While I was running to the house, I saw a dark, gray funnel-shaped cloud twisting its way toward us. "What's that?" I asked my mother as I ran through the tall door. "A tornado! Get down in the basement!" Mother made us all huddle together in the southwest corner of the tiny basement. Frightened as I was, I could hear the wind blowing outside and heavy rain slamming against the house. I could also hear a roar that sounded like a hundred airplanes flying overhead. In a moment, the huge roar stopped and there was only the sound of the wind and rain. When it was all over, we went back upstairs. The sun was beginning to shine a bright yellow and orange. The temperature had dropped, and it started to get cold outside. The tornado missed us. But it destroyed a house about a mile away, killing a woman and seriously injuring her two young children. It was just a small tornado, but still it did some terrible things.