The bright yellow sun hid behind the cloud. The purple, pink and blue sky disappeared leaving a dark sky behind. The rain started pouring across the little town of India, drenching my clothes.
Small canvas and clay houses started falling apart. Windows collapsing, walls breaking. People trying to find shelter. Trying to save their lives. My family and I ran to dry land, as the rain started causing a powerful and fast-moving flood.
I jumped through the water trying to move as fast as I could. People were everywhere trying to escape the town like my family and I were trying to do. I tried to find safe land on higher ground.
Though, the rain kept on thrashing down. People screaming and shouting looking for their family members to escape. I ran towards my mum, took her hand and ran to a boat before it was too late.
As we sailed across the water pieces of the boat started falling off. People started falling overboard. I grabbed my mother making sure we would stay aboard. We were getting closer and closer to safe land -hopefully where we could spend the rest of our lives.
The boat starts breaking until all that was left was one piece of wood. I grabbed onto my mother pulling her onto the piece of wood so we could stay aboard. We paddled as fast as we could until we reached the safe land.
As we reached the land people swarmed everywhere around us. The place was so much larger than like at home. I finally felt safe. For the first few days, we were supported by aid workers as there were many of us that had to flee our homeland.
By the end of the first week, my mother and I managed to find a job and rent tiny shared and overcrowded accommodation. Yet it was a start.
The place we arrived to happened to be Australia! I am so lucky to be in Australia as it has many opportunities. We were so very fortunate to have survived the perilous journey here and have found safety. I feel positive about the future ahead.