Unforgettable Yaas

I live in Kolkata, in a high-rise building. I, like the other residents of the city,
knew that the cyclone Yaas was to hit West Bengal soon. It was just a
matter of time.
The skies had been cloudy since the last two days, but when Yaas arrived,
the skies looked angry. It rained heavily and the winds behaved like
invaders, out to loot and plunder and leave behind a trail of destruction. I
could see that Yaas would cause a lot of damage.
As I looked out of the window, I spotted a couple of uprooted trees. The
winds had used all their might to pull out the trees and throw them on to the
cars in the parking lot. The cars' alarms kept sounding, but the noise was
lost in the sounds of the howling wind and heavy rain.
As I watched fear-stricken, a third tree got uprooted. This tree leaned
dangerously against the electric wires. In less than a minute, the wires
snapped and plunged our part of the city in darkness even at midday.
A little further away, I could see people struggling to reach their
destinations quickly. If the intensity of the storm increased even a little bit,
the people would be blown away just like the roofs of some houses.
Everybody would be in greater trouble!
Angry drops of rain threw themselves against the window panes. I suddenly
thought of the slum dwellers. The rain must be making such a ruckus on
their tin roofs, and water must be entering their homes.
My city was getting battered ruthlessly, but it was still in a better situation
than Digha. News reports had shown sea water enter. All I could do was
hope that the storm would weaken and things would go back to normal.