Hurricane Descriptive Writing

Irma, the deadly hurricane that held no conscious in terminating any object in its path was soon to arrive Florida. The black ominous clouds were suffocating the sun. The temperature dropped, the air was bone-chilling sending shivers throughout my body. Slowly the atmosphere was beginning to feel intoxicating. There was no solution but to endure its wrath. The wind was howling in fury, seeking for revenge. It bent the palm trees neck and snapped it in half. The palm trees were now lifeless, scattered on the ground. The hurricane must have been created by Abaddon himself, it was competent enough to scare the Gods above. There was not a soul out, just the rooftops shaking in terror. The fatal creature had already begun its merciless actions.
It poured heavily mimicking the Niagara Falls. The sound of emptiness was disrupted by the bullets of rain constantly hitting against the windows. The rain played a metal song against the sidewalks. The charcoal sky with its endless cries would not stop. A bolt of white pure lightning pierced across the monochromatic heavens. It was Zeus who converted the sky into his own canvass, painting it with jagged veins illuminating it with passion and heated desire. It was as if the sky was being photographed, appreciating its delicate crooked smiles that expanded throughout the vast space. The thunder bellowed in outrage, the shrieks were warnings of destruction. The untamed power reverberated and echoed across the obscure nefarious sky. There was a battlefield in the celestial sphere, it appeared that the divinities descended from above and lacerated the heavens in half. The puddles of water vibrated, feeling the pulse of the thunder beneath the earth. It created miniature waves that danced peacefully with no care in the