Essay question: You're walking home, when you notice signs of a storm gathering around you. Describe what happens and how you feel as you make your way to shelter.
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A thick, soot-black layer of ominous clouds blanketed the naked sky, blotting out the sun's iridescent rays that normally shone with great majesty, casting darkness over the lands. Deafening gusts of wind swept across the grassy plain, causing branches of terrified trees to whip and sway about, tossed around like ragdolls in the fearsome gale. Struggling to keep my footing, I pressed forwards against the torrential winds, which lashed out at any exposed skin, turning my cheeks as red as a ripe tomato.
A vibrant flash of pure white streaked across the onyx clouds, momentarily breaking the blackened earth, illuminating the long, eternal road to the distant house. My muscles tightened as the air was filled with electrical charge, making the hairs on the back of my neck shoot upright, and my forehead to instantly adopt a sheen of cold sweat. Thunder boomed deeply in the distance, echoing across the vast plain, laughing at my discomfort. I quickened my pace, scampering down the uneven road, causing me to occasionally stagger and fall into the broken sod.
Thunder began to clap more steadily, and I could feel the storm at my heels, ready to pour at any moment. I could see the house clearly now: the old, empty shed that I would sometimes take shelter in on the way back from school. I could make out the blistered, splintered carvings I had etched into the wooden wall of the shed. Nature had began to consume the front of the shed, with vines creeping into the only window in the house, and moss coating the thatched roof, which seemed to struggle under its immense weight and had almost caved into the shed.
Suddenly, droplets of ice-cold water had began pelting my face, splattering into little shards of glass against my clammy face, feeling almost like ball bearings hitting my bare skin, causing me to wince in agony. I sprinted across the broken road, which had began to form little pools of dark, murky water, which looked ready to swallow anything that was unfortunate enough to scuff into it. The darkness that hovered above me was increasingly interrupted by white flashes and thunderclaps, which haunted me on the final sprint to the shed.
After an eternity, I finally reached the house; whose broken, dilapidated walls and bent, decayed roof offered me protection from Mother Nature's wrath. I staggered into the shed, and onto the comfort of its rotten, wooden floor, which bent and strained under the weight of my foot. Catching my breath, I gazed out the broken window only to view the relentless thunderstorm beating down the grassy plain with an unrelenting fury, and I thanked fate for allowing me safe passage.