November 4, I will never forget that day. Bagyong Tino came with very strong wind and heavy rain. It was the first time I saw a storm that strong. Our place was under Signal No. 4. The sound of the wind was loud, like it was roaring. The trees outside were shaking hard, and I could see the banana leaves flying away.
That night, we all stayed inside the house. We prayed that the roof would not fly away. The rain kept falling, and the wind was so strong that it made scary sounds. I couldn’t sleep well because I was worried. I looked out the window and saw the trees bending and breaking. I held my blanket tight and hoped that everything would be okay.
When morning came, it was quiet but when we looked outside, it made me sad. Many trees were damaged. The banana plants were all knocked down. The grass was full of leaves and branches. It didn’t look like our home anymore. Before the storm, everything was green and alive. But after Bagyong Tino, it looked broken and empty.
We wanted to clean, but we couldn’t. We had no electricity and no signal. We couldn’t contact anyone or even check the news. Our phones had no battery. We felt cut off from the world. The only thing we could do was wait and hope that the storm was really gone.I remember walking a little uphill just to find a place with a signal. I was holding my phone up high, hoping for even just one bar. I saw our neighbors doing the same thing. Everyone was quiet, tired, but thankful that we were safe.
At night, everything was dark. We used candles and flashlights. It was hard to sleep because there was no light and no fan. But even in the dark, I felt thankful. We still had food, water, and each other.The next morning, I saw our animals again the cow was eating grass near the trees. It was a small but happy sight. Even if the storm destroyed a lot, life was still there. The trees looked sad, but I knew they would grow again. Nature always finds a way to heal.
As days passed, the sky became clear again. The strong wind was gone, replaced by a gentle breeze. The birds started coming back, and the sound of life slowly returned.
I learned something from Bagyong Tino even when we lose power, signal, and comfort, we can still have hope. The storm may destroy trees, but it cannot destroy our faith and strength.Every time I look at the banana plants, I remember how they were knocked down by the storm. But now, I see new leaves growing again. It reminds me that after every hard time, there’s always a new beginning.
November 4 will always stay in my memory. The day Bagyong Tino came was scary and sad, but it also showed me how strong we can be. Even without electricity or signal, we found light in our family, our hope, and in nature’s promise to grow again.