I faced a terrible storm last year. It was the month of April. The day was very hot. I was walking in a village footpath. My destination was Bagherpara Upazila of Jessore. I started my journey at 10 am. The way was 10 kilometers. When I was walking away from my starting place, a dark piece of black cloud covered the northern side of the sky. Within an hour the cloud turned a violent form. The rain was impending. Nobody was with me. As I was only 16 years old. I was very afraid of the sight. The storm was brewing. It took the form of a violent nor-wester. A thunderstorm was following it. I took shelter in a thatched house. Many people were with me. The storm was blowing at a speed of more than 100 kilometers. The house was shaking. Some Muslims were giving 'Azan'. Suddenly a blast of wind blew off a part of the roof. It was a very terrible thing. The northwestern blew off the roofs of many houses. Sometimes, the gusty wind was blowing in such a way that nothing was seen. Nearly within half an hour, the devastating northwester damaged trees, houses and crops. Many people were injured in the storm. I experienced the storm awfully. I cannot forget this terrible northwestern. I always try to shake off that fearful experience, but I cannot do it. It comes to my memory again and again.
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