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Sherry went down the hallway to her bedroom. She looked out the window, and her heart lodged in her throat.

Soal TAP UT PGSD Tugas Akhir Program Ibu Pratiwi Tematik Bercerita. Untuk melihat soal TAP ini secara keseluruhan, silahkan kunjungi situs www.soalut.com.

A tornado was tearing across the open field adjacent to the subdivision. It was massive—a great vaporous funnel with a dogleg bend in it tapering down to an earthward point all the more menacing for its slender, stylus-like precision. Behind it the sky was black, and at its edges bits of debris were churning as it passed over businesses across the way. Was that the dry cleaner’s?

A jagged bolt of lightning fired inside the funnel. The twister’s path was now obvious: It was heading right into Diamond Creek. Terkejut mendengar hal itu, Lindsey menelpon ibunya.

Tak ada jawaban. Sherry had expected the tornado to sound like a freight train.

That’s what everyone compares it to. But freight trains do not drown out the whole world. There had been an eerie quiet, and then the house’s electrical system had shut down with an audible pop. And soon the winds were so violent that she couldn’t hear her own screams. The tornado even drowned out the sound of its own destruction: no crashing of shattering glass, no moaning of splintering boards—only the hellish, booming roar of 150 mph winds. But whether or not Sherry could hear it, the twister was laying waste to her home. Observers watched as the house seemed to explode into the tornado as if struck by a bomb, turning the funnel from grayish-white to deep brown as it sucked building materials and the family’s belongings up from the ground.

Sherry went down the hallway to her bedroom. She looked out the window, and her heart lodged in her throat.

Soal TAP UT PGSD Tugas Akhir Program Ibu Pratiwi Tematik Bercerita. Untuk melihat soal TAP ini secara keseluruhan, silahkan kunjungi situs www.soalut.com.

A tornado was tearing across the open field adjacent to the subdivision. It was massive—a great vaporous funnel with a dogleg bend in it tapering down to an earthward point all the more menacing for its slender, stylus-like precision. Behind it the sky was black, and at its edges bits of debris were churning as it passed over businesses across the way. Was that the dry cleaner’s?

A jagged bolt of lightning fired inside the funnel. The twister’s path was now obvious: It was heading right into Diamond Creek. Terkejut mendengar hal itu, Lindsey menelpon ibunya.

Tak ada jawaban. Sherry had expected the tornado to sound like a freight train.

That’s what everyone compares it to. But freight trains do not drown out the whole world. There had been an eerie quiet, and then the house’s electrical system had shut down with an audible pop. And soon the winds were so violent that she couldn’t hear her own screams. The tornado even drowned out the sound of its own destruction: no crashing of shattering glass, no moaning of splintering boards—only the hellish, booming roar of 150 mph winds. But whether or not Sherry could hear it, the twister was laying waste to her home. Observers watched as the house seemed to explode into the tornado as if struck by a bomb, turning the funnel from grayish-white to deep brown as it sucked building materials and the family’s belongings up from the ground.