Finished swimming, I relax on the bench. There won’t be anywhere better to spent my vocation than a beach.

Having this thought in my mind, the soundbox in the appearance of old-fashion starts announcing “ Good afternoon

ladies and gentlemen, what a nice weather it is today...”. It is the daily weather report, but no one seems to pay

attention to the radio announcement as it keeps repeating the same contents as mama’s chatter for days. While

packing, something different enters my ear, and give me a huge shock like a punch. It is warned that “there is a

typhoon right now forming on the sea nearby, please be on the alert for the extreme weathers in the coming 72

hours.” Everyone has heard the announcement as I can tell from their stopped actions. The weather report seems

far-fetched considering the fantastic sunset on the horizon, which burns the sky and clouds.

Next day looking out from the window, I found the thicker cloud than yesterday, so I decide to stay in the room.

There are plenty courageous people ignoring the weather report, having fun still. In my eyes these people are nude

monkeys without intelligence, over-exposing themselves under potential dangers. The skies is overcast and the air is

heavy with humidity, but the ocean appears relatively still, with only gentle waves lapping at the beach. Gradually,

the winds pick up, causing the coconut trees and palms leaves to sway a little. Far out at sea, dark clouds start to be

visible on the horizon. It’s a sign of the approaching typhoon. Winds does not only blow the dark clouds closer and

closer, but also makes waves higher and higher gradually. Several minutes passed as the ocean churn and the

waves grow larger and more powerful. A big part of those people realize how stupid they were and get chasing

behind the sheets blew away.

When the storm eventually lands, there is chaos and destruction. Everywhere strong winds whip up waves that can

reach several meters high and crash into the shore with incredible force. The heavy clouds can't bear their burden,

pouring the rain out constantly, making a sea of the land. The surging waves struggle to climb the sand, exposing

sharp rocks and other dangers hidden beneath the usual calm. The coconut and palm trees are uprooted by the

monster-like howling wind. Strong as trunks are also cracked easily in front of the power of nature. A sudden shake

reminds me not to stay too close to the window, and I can’t tell whether the shake comes from the window or the

building itself. The left challengers pay for their blindness. Waves insanely bite their running ankles and drag them

into the sea while the winds are pushing them. A loud clap of thunder muffs a sound of crying from somewhere I

can’t see, and I notice a teddy bear lonely abandoned and slowly, carried in the torrent, disappearing from my sight.

Pieces of trunks, buildings and cars fly freely, some of them damage the cars parked breaking windows, making me

stay one more step back. Hailstones, the size of tennis balls, shoot at the buildings and ground, so powerful that I

am afraid they will break my window lastly. This weather last for three days at the end.

After the typhoon has passed, here is a total devastation and destruction. The once-beautiful landscape is

unrecognizable, with debris and wreckage scattered everywhere. The sand is covered in a layer of mud and debris,

and the water is murky and littered with debris. Trees have been uprooted, and all stores are severely damaged or

even destroyed. The air reeked of the smell of damp earth and sea salt, and the sound of cleanup efforts fills the air.

Broken brunches are everywhere, including inside cars. The soundbox drops, and I am so firmed it won’t be able to

repeat any of boring words. We, all the visitors, were claimed to stay in the room for days. More and more police and

journalists visit the area and interview us. The volunteers coming to re-build the beach tell us, the typhoon is named

“Bull” to mark its unusual danger and wide disaster-affected area. There are several cases of injury in the hotel, but

not very serious at all.

On the bus government provides us to home, the driver, around 60 years old, exclaims a lot. He says:” As a middle-

aged local living here, I had never seen such a serious like this one on this town. Well thanks to the god, you all had
been survived from this crazy beast. “Bull” took plenty of lives in the cities, and it’s a totally miracle that none of

visitors right facing it lost their lives. How lucky you guys are!” We all laugh with thanks then.