Venetia was anxious, yet calm as she drove through the storm to pick up Sara. This tempest Tropical Storm had knocked the power out. Flood waters, poured in from both sides of the sliding glass doors. The force was great as raising waters rapidly filled basement. Waters now reached about three feet and was up to the third step. This storm storm was expected to continue the next 48 hours.
Driving with extreme caution was difficulty. Forceful Winds were unleashed, blowing at a speed of 40 miles per hour. It was making it almost impossible to see, but Venetia treaded the waters carefully, driving across town, paying close attention to signs.
Determined to arrive safely, pick up Sara, then check in to the Hotel 20 miles down the road. She knew it was a miracle they happened to have one room left.
Sara moved her things closer to the door, putting them on the shelving as to keep everything dry. She made sure to unplugeveryelectronicdevicein an outlet placing them on the third level in a high place to save as much as possible. Somethings had sentimental value.
Taking a deep breathwhispering a prayer under her breathe. She screamed, singingloudly, dancing and twirling. Water had reached the secondlevel, it wasenough to splash. That is exactly what Sara did, suddenly the door opened. It was Venetia. Both smiling, they embraced one another, crying tears of joyous relief.
They did a Splash Dance as they went towards the door, grabbing, Sara’s things. It was still raining, however the winds had dieddown. Exhausted, they pulled up to the Valet, at the Singermont Hotel.
