A Descriptive Essay on Storm Essay Example

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  • Published: 20 June 2021
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Storms brewed on the emotionless horizon promising nothing but winds to level even the mightiest of trees. Torrential rain poured down in icy sheets like needles upon my face. The wind didn’t howl, it screamed. The rain was not falling: it was driven, hard, merciless, torrential. The trees did not sway, they creaked, bent and moaned as their fine limbs were ripped away and their autumnal leaves became not confetti, but ammunition in the gale.

A car came out of nowhere and drove right through a puddle that was doing a very good impression of a miniature lake. I was jolted out of my reverie and was dazed and drenched to the bone. 


Now I had to spend the entire day like this. The added weight of the water was enough to drop my emotions to a new low. I packed my umbrella away; no need for that, now that I’m soaked. The outline of the school was barely visible even within its proximity. It’s church-like structure loomed over the rest of the surrounding buildings, as if it was wanting to make its presence known. 

I opened the gate to find the vast area eerily quiet. Silence – well apart from the heavy rain. I crossed the grounds to the entrance where the sounds of life emerged. The heavy bustling of the multitude of children leaked through the open doors. I entered only to be slapped in the face by the warm heat of the school. 

I walked into my form room, taking a seat by the window. A thin coat of condensation lined the windows which I wiped immediately. The power of the storm could be sensed, even from the safety inside.  This storm was considered one of the worst to hit Britain in a long time. Warnings were sent across the whole country ensuring everyone was prepared. This was only the beginning though. The worst was yet to come…

The day passed like usual. The same old struggle through the lessons with teacher’s whose sole purpose was to cram our heads with useless ‘knowledge’. We were advised to stay inside during lunch, not that it affected me. My lunch periods in school were passed in the corner reading my books; losing myself to another world.

The weather was at breaking point during the final lesson. It was as if god had found a new dial on the weather machine to create havoc. The power had gone and the teacher struggled to maintain everyone’s focus. Eventually giving up, he let us talk amongst each other. I continued gazing out the window, imagining what the scene would be elsewhere; other places which were worst hit. The storm had started a day ago, beginning with a months’ worth of rainfall in just a few hours. Now the scene had changed completely.

When we were dismissed from school, it seemed a challenge to get home. Though the streets were completely deserted, the rain punished us, the wind whipped and the cold bit our fingertips as we struggled to maintain balance. Suddenly, a creaking sound, disguised by the wind, erupted from the top of the school. Squinting my eyes, I looked against the rain, up at the building to see a segment of the roof being curled away from the school. I was effortlessly removed and flung like a puppet down onto the street. A few screams emerged from the distance. I took this as a sign to hurry home, where I would hopefully be safe from this mess…



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