A Storm Story - Original Writing

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A Storm Story - Original Writing

Usually I could have cared less about a the arrival of a hurricane.

Many had come and gone causing little damage in their wake. This one

though, with winds traveling upwards to one hundred and forty miles

per hour, proved to be a force to be reckoned with. Hurricane Jeff 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 that was angry and metallic shook me to my

bones. Lightening flashed at every angle, like a fire works display

gone wrong. The wind picked up speed and took with it what was

carelessly left outside. Normally, hurricanes were another reason to

stay home, but the fury of this one was something for the ages. The

swaying trees were being damaged and uprooted, like casualties in a

war. Branches of trees could be seen being tossed about. Suddenly

,there was a large boom. With lightening speed I bolted upright and

ran for the window. I saw debri,flying everywhere, then it caught my

eye. A large coconut tree was wre...

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...ng out of their houses with candles,

flashlights or the lighting instrument of their choice. The more

courageous ones went outside to inspect the damage done to their

property. Some found simple property damage in the form of delicate

trees snapped In two. Others found miscellaneous debris on their like

garbage and branches. The unfortunate many however, who did not

properly prepare their homes had broken windows and damaged furniture.

One unlucky individual roof was taken off so he lost everything.

As I sat and watched the scenery, I glanced at the sky. The menacing

clouds were low and heavy in the sky, like locks blown forward in the

gleam of eyes. The picturesque view up above did not concur with the

battle ground image below. This caused me to wonder how something so

beautiful as that could cause so much damage.

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