Blizzards: A Short Story

Blizzards roar like vicious troops hungry for battle. The gale-force wind screeches like a crow. Before long, the angry, unrelenting waves crash into the frozen coast as loud as a mountain tumbling to the ground. Lightning flashes across the sky causing a sound similar to an old, sturdy chestnut tree being ripped. An avalanche of hailstones clatters down from the sky like marbles spilt from a box. Deafening whips of ice skid across the frozen floor and eliminate any small careless creatures. Tornados howl like a war-like pack of starving wolves.
Amidst this raucous, a delicate melody started to sing. It’s music rose in lilting waves filling the violent air with beauty. The tune spoke of gentle winds that breathe magic. A border of white