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Maya looked at the peaceful sea around them. It was hard to imagine it roaring.
That night, Maya dreamed of a giant made of water. He wasn't mean, just… fidgety. what is the hurricane season
Granny put her arm around Maya. “That’s right, little star. The season comes every year. But so does the calm after. And as long as we prepare, we can weather any storm.” Maya looked at the peaceful sea around them
“What does a hurricane feel like?” she whispered. who was hanging a special
Maya shivered. “That’s scary.”
“A mood?” Maya tilted her head.
Maya first heard it from her grandmother, who was hanging a special, heavy plastic cover over the window. “Granny,” Maya asked, tugging at her skirt. “Is the hurricane season a big animal that lives in the sea?”
Maya looked at the peaceful sea around them. It was hard to imagine it roaring.
That night, Maya dreamed of a giant made of water. He wasn't mean, just… fidgety.
Granny put her arm around Maya. “That’s right, little star. The season comes every year. But so does the calm after. And as long as we prepare, we can weather any storm.”
“What does a hurricane feel like?” she whispered.
Maya shivered. “That’s scary.”
“A mood?” Maya tilted her head.
Maya first heard it from her grandmother, who was hanging a special, heavy plastic cover over the window. “Granny,” Maya asked, tugging at her skirt. “Is the hurricane season a big animal that lives in the sea?”