It has been over four days since I parked in Batumi, the famous port city of Georgia. I have been enjoying myself, eating hot dogs and boiled corn cobs from the local park shops. In the morning, I received a call from my friend, guide, and interpreter, Nino.
“We will be going to the famous waterfall, about twenty kilometers from Batumi called Makhuntseti waterfall. It’s very famous, and a lot of travelers come here to enjoy the water and the scenery,” Nino told me rather excitedly.
I spent the night in anticipation of my next excursion but was startled by a burst of fireworks in the sky. The night sky was illuminated by fiery bursts and a display of lights. I stood on my balcony mesmerized by the beauty of what I had seen. The sky shimmered with rockets and bursts of fireworks, lasting almost half an hour. After the fireworks display, I quietly walked back to my bed and slipped between the sheets.
But this was not going to be like any other night; there was thunder and rain that fell from the sky. The city of Batumi was hit by a massive tornado. There was a heavy rain shower, and the sky turned dark and grey. I rushed to my bedroom window again to see the thunder and the falling rain. I felt a bit scared as I could see the massive tornado from my window, whizzing high in the air.
The tornado was about sixty meters high and dark grey in color. It moved like lightning, and I stood at my window admiring the view in total awe. The tornado moved stealthily, throwing dust into the sky which scattered across the grey sky and often fell onto the nearby road. The thunder showers continued through the night and into the morning. I tried to sleep, but my room felt cold. As the night progressed, I slowly fell into a deep sleep, watching the tornado move slowly out of my view in another direction.
