The big storm

The big storm

A storm was coming Orson did not like storms He ran under the table

The storm was getting close. The sky got very dark. Orson hid behind a chair.

It started to rain. Big, fat raindrops hit the window. Orson went behind the sofa.

It rained harder. Orson squeezed behind the plant, but he did not fit.

A big ball of light lit up the sky. Orson did not like that at all. He hid behind the door.