The sky filled with dark clouds as the thunder roared in the distance. As I looked out onto the street I cried inside at the devastation and destruction. People walked around the piles of trash that once resembled their home. A place that brought safety and comfort now a pile of broken memories. A little girl sat at the edge of the family's driveaway and hugged her dirty and worn bedmate. Her best friend was as broken as the piles of broken walls and wood from their home. As she walked around she saw some silver spikes on top of a pile of rubble. It was her bike. The wheels were twisted and the frame was broken in half. She cried! She was sad that her favourite toy was left on top of a pile of garbage. The freedom to feel the wind in her hair and the independence of exploring has been stifled. As the rain began to drop from the sky she was afraid to leave her favourite toy out in the rain alone. Her mother called out to her and begged her to get into the car. The rain began to fall harder, she couldn't leave. Her father called out to her with a stern voice to get into the car. She had to leave so she gently put her friend buddy on the top of the pile. There now she said as she cried you won't be alone anymore!