The Storm

I was struggling to find my way home from the dark clouds, gusts of wind were pushing me away. It was difficult to see with the hard rain pouring down my face. The violent storm was destroying everything in its path. 'BASH' something, i dont know what crashed into my shoulder. I fell to my knees clutching my arm in pain. I looked for the nearest shelter but everything in my sight was destroyed.I sat down in the nearest safe spot i could find. I began to cry knowing that i would probably never see my family again. 
I knew it was the end...
By
Emma