I sat on the ground until I was sure that the earthquake
had stopped. When there was no shaking for some time,
and it seemed that my wall had not been damaged by
the earthquake, I began to feel my courage returning.
However, I was still afraid to go back into my cave in case
the roof collapsed on top of me. I did not know what to do.
As I sat there, the sky became grey and rain clouds
gathered overhead. The wind began to blow, and grew
stronger and stronger, until, in no more than half an hour,
a dreadful hurricane was blowing. The sea was rough, and
trees were being pulled up by their roots. It was a terrible
storm. After three hours, the wind dropped and the rain
started. Through all this, I stayed sitting on the ground,
afraid to move.
Suddenly, I realised that this strange weather must be a
result of the earthquake and therefore, it must mean that
the earthquake was over. If I was right, then it was safe to
return to my cave. I felt happier at this thought, and went
and sat in my tent, where I could shelter from the rain.
However, my tent was being beaten so hard by the storm
that I was forced to go into my cave, although I was still
nervous and unsure about the safety of the roof.
After some time, I began to feel calmer. There had
been no more shaking, but I had made a new plan. If
earthquakes happened often on this island, then I would
have to build a new home. A cave was not a safe place to
live. This time, I would make a hut, surrounded by a wall
and I would live there without fear.