Hurricane Gilbert Descriptive Writing

September 12, 1988, I was 13 years old. It was about week into the beginning of the new school year. Every child was very happy going back to school. I tried on my uniform the night before school. I was very excited, because it was first day at a new school (Highgate All Age). Most of my friends from primary school were also in attendance.
I remembered listening to the radio and heard the meteorologist said, “It is coming It is definitely coming, Hurricane Gilbert is coming.” That was a day before the storm hit. My sister and I hurriedly went to the supermarket to get batteries, flashlight, candles, and groceries. There were so many people, you could hardly move around. The supermarkets were packed like sardines in a can. When we went back home, everyone was preparing for this powerful storm they say was coming. My dad and brothers were nailing ply boards to the windows and some of the doors. I remembered hearing my dad calling my brothers saying, “Get some blocks and put on top of the roof.” Our roof was made of zinc. Most of the homes back then were made from zinc.
Then Hurricane Gilbert came. It was horrible, it was devastating. The hurricane slammed straight into Jamaica, covering the entire island with winds reaching 175 miles per hour. It was now a category 5 hurricane. My sister and I cuddled up
It was horrible. There were some seriously damaged homes, some people were left homeless, roofs were blown off, and everyone in our neighborhood lost electricity. The agricultural impact was devastating. Farmers lost all their animals and crops. The roads were broken, and there were no vehicle entering or exiting the community. Listening to our little battery radio, the news reported that Hurricane Gilbert was the worst storm that had ever slammed into Jamaica. It killed hundreds of people, caused destruction to properties, buildings, and flash flooding in most