The Storm a Description

Published: Tuesday, 10 February 2015 Written by Abygail Richards


I remember when I was eight years old, the haunting sounds of malevolent winds and rain. I was at a friend’s house preparing for our outing when it occurred. I’d never before seen such a calamity and would surely never forget it.


At first, there was an unusually strong wind that made the shutters and the doors tremble and slam against the exterior walls. The wind was an icy cold, like it had been blown inland from the North Pole. When I peeked outside, the clouds were a menacing grey that enveloped the sun’s warm, resplendent rays. The trees shouted profanities as the gust of wind whipped through them and violently shook their branches. I also noticed that all cats, mice, lizards, birds and dogs were no longer, skittering across the backyard and street but burrowing into every nook and cranny, an expectant look on their faces.


Toward mid-morning, the gust of wind blew malevolently and a torrent of rain swooped down from the mountains. The droplets hit the ground with such force that I was afraid it would have unearthed my friend and my time capsule in the backyard. The pouring rain’s descent looked like small, clear beads falling to Earth because an ethereal child accidentally knocked a basket of them over. The sound of the rain’s landing was like the sickening sound of breaking bones. The wind had then picked up velocity and tried to break the branches of the fruit trees. A heavy fog began to drift over the neighbourhood making it impossible to see the huge puddles and streams that were forming in the road.


When I thought that the storm would be over soon, nature added another element to the storm’s rhapsody: lightning and thunder. The silver arthritic strings sliced through the clouds and almost touched the treetops with its misshapen fingers. It danced through the almost dark grey sky, never striking in one area twice. Its trusty companion, thunder, grumbled and growled, probably angry that the lightning was moving quicker than the thunder could make a sound.


The storm continued for more than an hour and by then the fog had lifted and the ground was littered with leaves, branches and fruits. Amputated trees continued to shout and scream, mostly likely in pain. Due to the violent shower of rain, the dry gutters were now a brown muddy river with a few dead cats and lizards in it, being washed down the road. The sight was absolutely depressing.


Finally, the storm subsided and grey clouds parted. An eerie silence filled the air. Rays of sunlight bathed the storm’s damage and illuminated the once-more azure sky. The acrid smell of rotting fruits and evaporating rain drifted through the air. The birds chirped happily and waltzed with their friends, certainly glad that they are safe and alive. Cats and dogs skipped across the street and shifted by the gutter and ate it. A polychromatic rainbow streaked across the sky as a sign that it was over.


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