Scene Related to "Moving Water"

The midnight sky began to grow even darker over the murky water of Cowan Lake. The trees blew around in a swirling sort of motion, and loud cracks of thunder rolled in the distance.  An ugly storm was brewing, and every troop of girls was in their respective cabins for the night unable to sleep for two reasons:  One, we were a large group of nine year old girls having a campout, it’s pretty self-explanatory. Two, the storm was so loud it rattled the bunks of every cabin in the campground, making it nearly impossible to get any sort of shut eye. But suddenly, it got quiet. So quiet, that not one rustle of a tree branch or creak of a cabin wall was heard. The roaring wind had altogether stopped, and all of the girls in my cabin sat up from their beds in fear, including myself. My mother, who was the leader of our Girl Scout troop, was in a separate cabin than us, along with the leaders of the other troops. I was only nine years old at the time, but I knew what was about to happen: a tornado. A few moments later, my mom burst through the door of our cabin and told us to hurry to the main lodge.  We all huddled under a couple of mattresses, and made our way up the hill. The rain was pouring down so hard and the lightning so bright, that we could barely tell where we were going. When I got to the lodge, I looked around for my mom. I saw most of the other leaders, but not her. Why wasn’t she there yet?  I looked out the windows of the lodge and saw pieces of what appeared to be a barn roof, as well as fragments of a fence flying through the sky. I began to grow more and more worried as the minutes passed and my mom was not there.  Suddenly, the door to the lodge swung open, and there were the last of the leaders, including my mom.  In my nine years of life, I had never felt so relieved as I did in that moment.