The Violent Storm Was...

The howling winds of the storm kept me up all through the night. As I lay in my cosy bed I wondered what would happen to our old Victorian home. Would the roof cave in or would the windows smash? The storm might even be capable of completely ripping the house to pieces? Oh how I couldn’t bare the thought of possibly having no house to stay in the next morning.  The violent storm was destroying anything and everything in its path.  As quickly as the storm came it disappeared to reveal the treacherous, ugly mess it had left behind.