Should I stay under the tree and risk getting hit by lightning or should I go into that old house, not knowing who, or what, might be in there? The storm had decided for me. Lightning hit the tree, filling the air with the scent of scorched sap. I dashed onto the porch and pounded on the door to find it was open. As I went into the corridor, suddenly the door had smashed shut.
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.
Short Story The sudden, severe storm caught me totally unaware. I was walking down Peppers Road when the dark clouds started to build. I looked around as I huddled under a large, dead oak tree which offered me little or no protection from the razor-sharp rain. Almost all of the houses on this abandoned street were too badly damaged for me to take shelter in, except for one. The house loomed impressive and morbid in the greenish-black sky.
At the area of desolation, smoke continued to billow out of the rubble and a thick deposit of ash and dust had covered the street making it completely unrecognisable. The sky seemed as though it would release its contents on the gloomy scene. Impenetrable, dense smog polluted the atmosphere like a black cat creeping around the streets, but the rain stayed where it was, like an army in a battle, time is needed for the battle to start... ... middle of paper ... ... could be done. People living in their snug, warm homes ran to their windows to witness sheets of torrential rain crashing to the thick, impenetrable tarmac. As it fell onto the ground, loud thundering noises were made like the shattering of glass.
Homeless It was a misty dark cold night were even the moon had no affect of light, the wind was noisy everything in the way was it threw litter like it was feathers and even the squirrels were no match for this wind. The rain was sinking on to the ground and like every single drop was getting drowned by the other. I was on foot walking towards a roof. There was none. I pleaded and even raindrops came out of my eyes but still I could not find any cover to stop Mother Nature from hurting me.
The sky almost look as if it is midnight but its only the afternoon.The rain is pouring from the sky making the windows of the car fog up making it unable to see from the inside the car. Trees have fallen down in the middle of the street blocking driveways and parts of the street. The head lights from the car shine on a house that 's roof have been crushed by a tree revealing the tree 's roots and a hole in the ground where the tree had been. Power lines are in the middle of the street swinging everywhere as sparks of
There is not a more relaxing atmosphere than a cozy house while a light thunderstorm passes overhead. An oncoming thunderstorm should visibly change your atmosphere. One can look out the window and see the trees swaying easily in the wind. One should turn off all the lights as to sooth your sense of sight. The turning off of lights and the blocking of the sun by clouds will both darken your house making the perfect place to go rest or even nap.
Pushing the heavy gates open the touch of the iron bars, as cold as ice, seized up my hand completely. Even though I could feel the unevenness of the old cobbled path beneath me, they were smooth in contrast to the crunching of the odd dead leaf that I stepped on. Carrying on up the path the grass carried on forever into the horizon, a dull grey colour as if it had lost the will to live and stopped growing altogether. One lonesome Oak tree stood by the house swaying in the wind and as the wind swept by the tree whispered to the air and its surroundings. The moon shone bright white, in the cloudless sky, it was the only source of light that could be seen for miles.
It was getting dark outside. The usual sunshine, which Westwood had glowing around for many weeks, was nowhere in sight. “Looks like we’re in for a right storm,” Simon commented with a bitter look. “It is very dark, but I suppose we need it. Three weeks without rain in this country, is unheard of.” Alison stated, looking at the greyness that was showing in the living room window.
The Great Chicago Fire of 1871 was one of the largest disasters in American history. Practically overnight the great city of Chicago was destroyed. Before the fire there was a large drought causing everything to be dry and flammable, then a fire broke out in the O’Leary’s barn and spread throughout the city. Many attempts were made to put out the fire but there were too many errors and problems in the beginning. After the fire many people were left homeless and had to help build their city again (Murphy, 39) Before the fire broke out on Sunday night, October 8, 1871 there had been a large drought causing everything to be dry and extremely flammable.