Tornado Drills

Wind rushed passed, slamming the front door shut behind me. The harsh gust caused the wind chimes hanging from my front porch to become entangled in an unpleasant sounding mess. Rain shot down from the dark sky, like small volts of electricity, stinging my face with each droplet. My neighbors, decked in rain coats and rubber boots, forced my sister and I along the sidewalk. Tornado sirens were screaming in the distance for what had seemed like hours. I had known they were far off, but they felt so close; screeching as if for one last plea of attention or a warning to find safety. I shoved my palms over my ears, attempting to block out the desperate cries they loudly emitted.Being unsuccessful, I slid my hands over my face, hoping to shield it from the surges showering me. Chilled rain drops slipped through my fingers, lightly brushing my cheeks and nose, sending goose bumps down my spine. As I pushed against the wind, I hadn't been paying attention to where I was walking and stepped into a large puddle. My socks became soaked through my cheap tennis shoes, much to my discomfort. It was cold, wet, dark and confusing as I continued the normally short journey down the street. Having a deathly fear of tornados and storms wasn't helping the situation and I quickly became more and more terrified as unfamiliar feels and loud noises took over my senses. I grabbed the corner of my coat and wrapped it around me, hoping to pin it in place. The harsh winds tugging at it simultaneously, hoping to release my grip. I locked my arms across my chest keeping the garment in place as I continued treading down the unpainted sidewalk. A strong hand grabbed my shoulder, I'm assuming with the intention of balancing me as I unstately wobbled forward. My hair, like heated water from the tap was plastered against my neck, and the hair that wasn't whipped across the wind. The air had been damp and warm, from a light shower that had just fallen over, and combined with the pressure against my