Storm

     Sinister shadows in the sky seemed to laugh in mocking of the destruction to come. Dark clouds formed angry faces with slanted brows and twisted mouths. Swirls of red and orange mimicked the fires of hell as night began to come upon us. As the minutes passed, the sky grew darker and darker. An eery indigo was the color before is seemed the sky itself started to move. It got an object in it's sights and was relentless in it's pursuit.The first victim I witnessed was the shed. Gray and black winds moved slowly and fiercely towards it, tearing up ground as it went and leaving huge faults in it's wake. It seemed to tear the shed from the bottom up destroying the baser and then finally ripping the roof apart and spitting out the pieces all over the shredded ground. The twister continued on it's destructive path tearing up the grass and dirt as it went. It was heading for my Uncle's shed still spitting out pieces of wood and Earth. In the distance I saw a small figure moving quickly toward the building. I yelled out for them to stop, but my voice was lost in the roaring winds never falling on my own ears. Helplessly I watched as the storm ominously grew closer ensuring the child's imminent death. My limbs were paralyzed with helplessness and fear for the child. The twister seemed to be moving in slow motion until it ripped the east side of the wall off and threw it aside in one piece. It seemed the tornado was searching for the boy throwing all other things to the side. When it finally reached the boy on the western end of the shed it tore his body apart, throwing limbs every way and continuing on it's path as if it hadn't just taken a precious life.