“Let’s go the sun is about to set, it’ll be beautiful,” my dad urged.  The rumble of the boat filled the air and ripples expanded across the water as we made our way out. The peach color of the sky glowed against the water. It’s a warm evening on Possum Kingdom lake and usually the sun scorches the land and water below, but tonight it is perfect because of the cool breeze. All I can do is take in all the beauty, I never want to leave this moment.
Drip! Drop! Splish! Splat! Little droplets of rain hit all across the lake. “Well I guess that’s our cue to go back,” my dad informed my sister and I. As we started heading back to Costillo Island my dad turned on the radio to listen for the weather report. “WARNING! MAJOR STORM HITTING TEXAS,” the radio blared. As we headed back to the lake the rain got harder and harder, it felt like bullets hitting my face. All the peace and quiet was gone and now roaring wind and booming thunder filled the air. Every once in awhile I could hear the engine escaping the water because of the waves, trying to get us back home. Sound became my eyesight because I’m too afraid to open my eyes and see the trouble we are in.

Water started splashing into the boat, we couldn’t stay level anymore, the waves tossed us every which way. Even though my dad was trying not to scare us, I could hear the curse words under his breathe. Everything was white noise, as I opened my eyes everything was mushed together, I looked at the waves but couldn’t hear that splashing against our boat, I saw the lightening but couldn’t hear the deafening sound of thunder. The cacophony was mushed into one big sound of fear.

The weather never calmed down, but once we got back to the boat house I knew that I would be safe soon. As my dad put the boat up and out of the water, the usual strain of cable pulling the boat was muted by the rain hitting the cold hard steel roof. I looked past the door and tried to see the walkway back to land, but it wasn’t there, it was replaced by a black hole waiting to suck us in. My dad looked at us and he saw the fear in our eyes. I looked at my sister and didn’t know if she is crying or they were raindrops from the vicious storm awaiting us. Looking back at my dad I saw his hand reaching out for mine, it’s time, time to face the darkness.

We bolted out of the boat house and across the bridge. I felt as if we were never going to make it, but finally I felt my feet sink into the mud. Now we have to get to our little house, as we ran past the main house I thought that there were bombs going off. Flashes then booms, flashes then booms, the flashes of the lightning was our only source of light. After sprinting through the dark we finally made it to our house. I entered the house and a wave of relief came over me. We were finally safe and protected from the storm.

“I’ll grab us some towels so you we can dry off a bit.” He started to walk down the hall, but then he disappeared. The blackness from outside consumed the light an in instant. “PAPA!” I cried, “what happened!! Where are you!” No response. “PAPA!” Still no reply. “PA—”

“Boo!” He chuckled as he held a flashlight to show his funny face. “Look what I found.” In his hand he had a box of Frosted Flakes. “Who’s ready for dinner?”

“Wait… cereal for dinner?” My sister questioned.

“Only for the two bravest girls.” We wove our way through the maze furniture and found the dinner table.

Crunching of Frosted Flakes and our giggles made the horrific storm outside seem like it was a blue bird cloudless day.