This fact happened some years ago. I was gone to fish on the seaside, with my sons Moriahn and Dahim. It was a sunny day
and I expected to catch a lot of fishes. My wife would have cooked them all, and we would have spent a very nice weekend, all together, in my wooden house not far from the coast.
I still remember the colour that the sky started to take. Everything
happened very fast.
In less than twenty minutes, from a shining and bright sunny appearance, it became dark and windy. The clouds were moving so fast, and I didn't understand how it was possible. Anyway, I thought that at least it would have start some summer rain, and we were prepared to face it. Tropical rains are rather persistent, but we get used to, after a lot of experience.
But the rain was followed by a strong wind, which blowed the sea in a way that I had never seen before. The sea became wild. I still remember: I had never been scared by the sea before, not like in that moment. I thought that it was intelligent choice to escape from there, as soon as possible. The waves grew and grew, and fell down with violence on the coast. And they covered more and more space.
So I took my sons, we left all the fishing stuff there, and we ran towards the forest.
We remained in the woods for more than two hours. I was praying that nothing would have happened to my wife, who was still at home. I was desperate, and also my sons were crying.
I could return to home only at the end of the day. The whole village, built so close to the coast, was paralyzed in a sort of deadly allucination. I saw some people on the little street, and they had astonished faces.
Finally I reached my house. The roof didn't exist anymore. It was empty. Only ruins.
I started to yell, taken by desperation. I was out of mind.
Finally one of my neighbours appeared and told me to relax: my wife had left to reach a hospital, and there she was alive and safe.