Tornado Descriptive Writing

The subdivision looked like a disaster area after the tornado hit. The storm had claimed the town like a bounty hunter collecting on a bad debt. Mercilessly, it kicked down the door, held us captive as we shivered fearfully, then left nothing but the slabs where our lives once stood. To the east, the angry sky roared and shook its fist, celebrating an arduous victory. To the west, the sun peered from its hiding place. Just moments before, it had fled from the danger and left us to fend for ourselves. I began to choke on the thick, dirt laden air as the debris floated softly to the ground. The taste of metal permeated my tongue as blood spilled down cheek and onto my lips. I awoke from my shocked state to an incomprehensible realization;

the silence was deafening. There were no cries from the rubble, no desperate pleas for help, not even birds chirping in the distance. There was only silence and lifelessness. I felt the ball of fire rise from my gut, up through my lungs, and out of my mouth in a haunting scream. The absence of sound meant the absence of life. My darkest nightmares became like a movie playing out in front of me. In less than a minute the tornado had undone decades of work. My heart cried knowing it was the end; my soul knew it was only the beginning.