The walk home was scary. Dark luscious clouds rolled in quickly. Lightning struck on one side of the world and the gale was picking up fast. On the other side of the world, the sky was sunsetting red and the contrast with the gloomy green was extraordinarily breathtaking.

I got home before the wonderous storm began. The wind filled in furiously and the rain started. Then the breath of the wind grew stronger and faster and madness started rising up from the darkened chambers of the sky. The storm gave out a loud shout and the hail exploded down to earth.

Trees were torn and roofs got shot into. Cars got their bodies mangled as the pellets of ice continued to fire in different directions. Streets and backyards and gullies started to pile up with balls of ice, tearing anything that got in the way. It was scary. And I thought it was the end of the world, because the storm grew heavier by the minute and everything was a blur.

Then all at once, after 15 minutes or so from vomitting all its guts out, the sky ceased to cough out anymore and it was just rain now. The poor tree outside my room got half it leaves torn out and the neighbour's backyard is filled with white now. Feels like Christmas... heh. Hope it starts to snow down here.