I woke up one ordinary morning to alarming news that multiple tornadoes were touching down in my town, setting the stage for a harrowing experience. The atmosphere shifted dramatically; the skies darkened with swirling clouds while an ominous silence blanketed the streets. Neighbors peeked outside, unease sharing glances as they sensed the impending danger lurking just beyond what they could see. Suddenly, the roar of winds overwhelmed the neighborhood, and I rushed to the window just in time to see two funnel clouds twisting violently toward our homes. My heart raced as I watched the chaos unfold. I could hear debris flying and the distant screams of confusion and fear—this was no ordinary storm. Without hesitation, I gathered my family, urging them to find safety in our small basement. We huddled together, listening to the overwhelming noise above, praying for the storm to pass as the reality of the situation settled in. As the storm subsided, we ventured outside to witness the damage. Grateful to be unharmed, we felt a mix of relief and sadness, knowing that the day’s terrifying events would linger in our minds for a long time.