The sky darkens and the sun hides, people rush about getting to shelter as small tear drops fall, the sky cries giant crocodile tears.

I rush down my street, my clothes soaked and form shivering as I search for shelter, I surge up to my front door and head into my safe haven.

Thunder claps as wind roars, monstruos, grey clouds roll in and more Rain pours, Lightning flashes its toothy smile and the loud noise of the storm makes my head sore.

Havoc rises as trees crack and bikes and other things abandoned in the rush for shelter, tumble around in the unforgiving wind.

A wave of shock, slides swiftly down my spine as trees bash against my windows and fear scratches vigorously at the corners of my mind.

My panic slowly fades as excitement rises, I press my face to the frigid glass but don’t feel the chill,my mind to preoccupied.

The storm continues on it's unforgiving path,destroying anything and everything but not even a flicker of care is left as excitement clouds all other judgement.

A warm smile of sun comes from from behind the ebony clouds, signaling the end of this controlled chaos.

By Emma Hill