Original Writing

Original Writing
Usually I could have cared less about the arrival of a hurricane. Many had come and gone causing little damage in their wake. This one though, with winds travelling upwards to one hundred and forty miles per hour, proved to be a force to be reckoned with. Hurricane Mike Smith had left a devastating path of destruction every where it went and made everyone fearful. It was large and it moved extremely slow, as if to relish its work. Many were killed so far and hundreds were still missing. It was like the storm wanted to set an example for those who wished to test its strength. What sent fear ricocheting through my stomach was the fact that we were in the projected path of this brutal deadly beast.

The first gust of wind came with biting intensity. It shook the trees vigorously, making the branches dance. The sky was frighteningly dark, and it looked as though God was going to pour down his wrath at any moment. The sky burst setting down gigantic raindrops that pounded the roof and a roar of thunder, as if it was the cries from heaven shaking the sky. Lightning. This random thread that just drops down to earth and then disappears again, almost like a nerve of the sky, as if with every heartbeat of the unruly storm it came closer to me.
The sound that is unmistakable rattled my windows. As I looked through them, out in the yard, my dog was still. Another crackled filled the air and I knew the storm approached. The sun had shun so brightly that morning but there was no sign of it now, instead everything looked grey, the slow drips of rain that had seemed so innocent had grown in size and speed, until finally a steady torrent as the clouds above released their burden. I went to the garden.
The sky was gun metal grey with a sickly cast of green now and the air felt heavy, my clothes felt so sticky and uncomfortable thanks to the unbearable humidity, I prayed for the weather to break and relieve it, ignorance truly was bliss. Had I known what...