Descriptive Essay: the Storm

This unexpected night of chaos started around one thirty on a warm and humid

late summer night. Like any other person I was sound asleep exhausted from a long,

hard day at work. On our family farm were narrowing down our last few days of

harvesting corn. This particular day, we stayed in the field abnormally late desperately

trying to get out our crop we had put so much time into growing before the storm got

here. Asleep and in a deep dream I was suddenly awaken by that dead silent but obvious

unconscious alert that something was about to happen.

As I glanced around my pitch black dark bedroom, so dark I felt as if someone

had placed me in a cave deep down below the earths surface, I was frantically trying to

make sense of anything. Just as my eyes were finally adjusting and I had settled down, it

began. First was a flash that lit up everything inside and outside my window directly

followed an incredibly loud crash. So loud it was as if a U.S. Army M-1 tank had fired of

a round inside my room, aiming directly into my ear. And it was drawn out as if God was

crumbling up a bag of potato chips above my house which sent chills down my back, I

could feel every hair I had standing up one by one.

With my heart racing, trying to beat its way straight out of my chest, I leaped to

my feet and approach my window alarmingly. Pressing my hand and forehead against the

glass looking to see, anything. But again it was black, black and soundless. I just froze

and stared out there waiting for what seemed to be minutes was most likely only a few

seconds. Suddenly the house popped and creaked like a giant had stuck a straw over the

chimney and was sucking in the walls to cause it to cave in on me. Another bolt of

lightening interrupted just as heart stopping as the first and I could see everything. But

everything I saw in that brief tenth of a second was everything I was afraid of seeing.

The massive oak trees that lined our drive way were bent over drastically. They

appeared to be desperately trying to reach to ground and burry their heads like an ostrich

hiding from danger. Beyond my trees in the corn field was the horrific wall of twisting

destruction. It stretched from as far left and right as I could collect in my peripheral of

that instant picture in my head. Without wasting a second I ran into the hall hollering,

alerting my family of the danger approaching. My little brother was falling apart crying scared for his life I had to pick him up lay him in the hall and lie down on top of him covering him with my body. Not missing a beat my dad does the same lying on top of me protecting both of us. Barely in time, a rumble that I could feel down deep in my chest overwhelmed me

causing me to lose myself as my eyes filled with tears. My body was shaking all over as

the sound intensely changed from that evil, deep rumble to a earsplitting tearing noise

that is nearly indescribable. It was similar to someone ripping a paper in half, but this was

much louder and constant. So loud I thought I was being torn in two. Pictures dove of the

walls landing on my dads back, windows shattered, the gusting wind came in bringing

rain and debris from the bedroom windows going any where possible. The funnel of

death was directly above us showing her colors with all she had. Just when I thought this

was it, in the blink of an eye it quit. Everything just stopped as if the world had ended and

my ears began to ring.

For a second I thought I had died. I wondered how else could all

that hell end so suddenly like a switch had been flipped off. My dad asked if we were

okay and this brought me back to my senses. I replied yes and so did my brother, still

bawling, and dad just says, good.