On the 3rd of May, 2008, in the time
close to midnight, I woke up out of a sudden. I heard the raging roars of a
storm and virtually nothing else. Still, my mom in bed in the inner room called
for the Buddha from time to time. But my brother and I kept lying in bed as we
had been. The wind made its strength double and then triple. Rain also buddied
up with the wind in that struggle and, hand in hand, they marched through every
sort of thing in strokes, giving forth a fierce scream of bad luck. Then I
heard some trees fall flat and break down, some zinc sheets fall off and fly
away to make friends with the ground. The environs were filled with mere
screams of the strong wind and rain. Oh, the storm had gotten to our region in
body, indeed!