When I was eight I had a friend named Wendy Lou, who's parents were rarely around so we were free to eat an overwhelming amount of candy, jump on the couch, and play games unsuitable for our wild imaginations. One of which was called Nightmare. A board game played to a VHS tape of a severe storm that only worsened at it approached the two hour mark. Even worse was every now and then the gatekeeper would appear, also appearing worse as the game went on, and make who evers turn it was pee their pants. This game was terrifying. And I was rudely reminded of it the first night on the island.
It came in hard and fast. The wind picked up to an unreadable speed, water came pouring down and I heard the loudest crack of thunder ever. I love thunderstorms but I can easily admit this absolutely terrified me. I was always the kid who ran to the kitchen window at the first rumble of thunder in the middle of the night, just to find dad had already beaten me there, boo. It was all too close and the lightning that blasted just behind the tree was enough to make me feel very uneasy considering my hut for the night was made of grass. OMG, what to do? We all huddled together in the bar trying to find places to stay dry since everything leaks, after several failed attempts I made a mad dash to my hut. The storm went on for hours, I feel like I have a little better understanding for how devastating mother nature can be even though I'm sure this was a typical storm for the locals. being that close to the ocean however only makes it scarier. Wow, I'm still shaking. A prairie thunderstorm has nothing on this.
Fun Fact: it's not even rainy season...I'm scurred.
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