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Dim fogs aggregated above us, be that as it may we were too much point on playing football. We assumed that the fogs would leave with the objective that we could continue playing.
Our trusts were dashed when suddenly significant storm began to pour. In a matter of moments we were all soaked to the skin. To make matters most exceedingly unpleasant, lightning flashed unsafely close us. The dazzling thunder and shouting wind did not help either.
We ran towards a broad tree under which we had ceased our bicycles. The tree gave some haven from the storm and we were lured to stay under it. Regardless we understood that it was hazardous to stay under a tree in the midst of an electrical tempest. So we got on our bicycles and quickened off.
There was no other haven available adjoining. So I, for one, went home. Since I was by then thoroughly wet, I might was well to go home rather to searching for safe house.
It was just about the fiercest whirlwind I had ever been in. The driving precipitation made cycling troublesome as should be obvious logically that a few meters before me. An auto flashed past me. It was very close. Possibly the driver did not see me. So I thought it was perfect to stop some spot before I got hit by another auto.
Luckily I found a vehicle stop with a housetop. I hurried cheerfully under the housetop in spite of the way that I expected to bestow it to twelve different people who were moreover soaked to the skin. It was to some degree a press yet no one protested.
For a hour the storm lashed everything around us. We were peaceful spectators to a glorious presentation of power by nature. I felt little and vulnerable, even confused; yet I could do just watch.
Finally the deluge upheld off to a sprinkle and the wind blurred away. I could regardless hear evacuated thunder however the most exceedingly terrible of the storm was over. So euphorically I got on my bicycle and quickened home.
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