This morning I read on Twitter some news about a tropical storm headed for Puerto Rico, which was scary; but looking on the bright side, it’s not a hurricane. It’s still scary, we don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow, I don’t know if I’m going to have to go to work, my parents don’t know either, power went out in my grandparents’ house, and we don’t know how roads will be. This is the scariest part because my aunt has to drive up to work through a road that may have landslides. When I saw the news I immediately texted her even though she would probably know if there was any danger going down to her house.
It looks like there is no longer a watch for flooding, so that’s good, but the wind is still 52 mph. I’m no meteorologist, but I think that’s pretty fast. 12 feet waves are expected in beaches and rain could cause 2 and 4 inches of rain. It’s supposed to cross Puerto Rico, not just north or south, east or west, the whole island.
I didn’t know why there were less people than usual at the gym today, but I liked that part of the storm, the rest of it makes me nervous. I hope nobody get’s hurt when the storm gets here, that everybody takes the necessary precautions, here and in all other islands affected by this.
It’s very likely that nothing will happen but, as my stepdad says, it’s better to be safe than sorry.