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Відповідь: I felt a cold shiver all over my body. The wind was howling, the leaves from the trees were rustling. I was all by myself caught in this storm. Nobody else was outside. They went inside to cover up from the storm. I heard the whoosh from the waves as they crash towards the shore. I knew it was going to be a long night.
I held myself tightly. In the distance I could see the storm terrorising the town up ahead. I could even hear the light pitter-patter of the hail as it stormed down towards the ground. It was coming. The sky started to rumble really loudly. I saw a flash of lightning up ahead. I knew my parents were worried but I wasn’t. I was as brave as could be. I charged through the rain getting totally soaked. Just a little rain wouldn’t stop me.
Now the storm was getting really close. I closed my eyes just as another flash of lightning bolted down from the sky. The thunder rolled again for a really long time. Another lightning bolt came from the sky. A crackling sound of thunder made me shiver. I slowed down a bit so I could have a rest but not only for that reason: the storm was here.
I shielded my face from the terrible winds. I took a deep breath and got up again. I started to walk, then jog, and then I ran as fast as I could towards home. I stopped silently as the wind died down a bit but not for long. I couldn’t see a thing the sky was so dark I couldn’t see where I was going. As the sky cleared a bit I smelt the familiar smell. The rain was pitter pattering loudly.
As I looked in front of me I saw my home. I was finally safe and sound.
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In the quiet town of Willowdale, nestled between rolling hills and meandering streams, a sense of timelessness prevails. The cobblestone streets wind their way through the heart of the community, lined with charming cottages adorned with flower boxes bursting with vibrant colors.
On the outskirts of town, the Willowdale Woods beckon with their ancient trees and hidden trails. Sunlight filters through the foliage, creating a dappled tapestry on the forest floor. The air is filled with the sweet scent of pine, and the only sounds are the rustle of leaves and the occasional trill of a songbird.
In the town square, a bustling market comes alive on Saturdays, where locals gather to share stories and sample artisanal treats. The aroma of freshly baked bread and the lively chatter create a lively symphony of community spirit.
As day transitions to night, the stars twinkle above Willowdale, casting a gentle glow on the quaint streets. The town's clocktower stands tall, keeping watch over the peaceful slumber that befalls this idyllic haven. Willowdale is not just a place; it's a haven where time slows, and the simple joys of life unfold in harmony with the rhythm of nature.