“妈妈,风暴还会持续很久吗?”安德鲁嘴唇颤抖地问。“别担心,”妈妈回答,“气象预报说风暴很快就会越过我们特鲁罗的。好了,睡觉吧。”“就当你在外面露营就是了。”爸爸说。然后,爸爸妈妈就匆匆下楼了。安德鲁试着把颤抖赶走。在他的窗外,各种声音让黑夜活了起来。忽明忽暗的闪电照亮了天空。安德鲁的闹钟在“滴答……滴答……滴答”响着,似乎是永无止境。屋顶上的雷电让他更加害怕地缩到被子底下。他的窗户嘎嘎 “Mom, the storm will last a long time?” Andrew asked with a trembling voice. “Do not worry, ” my mom replied, “The weather forecast said the storm would have crossed over to Truro in a very short time.” Let’s go to bed. “” Just when you’re camping out. “ . Then Mom and Dad hurried downstairs. Andrew tried to shake off the shaking. Outside his window, voices made the night live. The flickering lightning flashed the sky. Andrew’s alarm clock ticking ”ticking ... ticking ... ticking" seems to be endless. The thunder on the roof made him more scared to shrink under the quilt. His window is quaking