Being left alone on an empty road, in a carriage with a broken axle was difficult enough, yet she bore it as best as she could, knowing that there was no alternative but to wait patiently for help to come. But now, in quickly growing darkness and with stormy clouds gathering speedily, she shivered with fear. She had always been petrified of storms! It was on a stormy night five years ago that her mother died of fever which contributed to Dinah’s dread of thunder and lightning. Suddenly, it started to rain. Heavy drops hit the carriage’s roof and soon waterfalls were cascading down its sides. A lightning bolt zigzagged across the sky and Dinah closed her eyes, counting silently until she heard the rumble of thunder. She went as far as eight. The centre of the storm was still far away, but it was approaching fast. Oh, what a day full of catastrophes it was! She had always dreamed of having adventures but this one was turning to be less and less pleasant. Another lightning ripped the clouds and this time the thunder followed much more quickly.
