Meh first buk (Equals: Random stuff)

Hmmm.....

It was storming; the thunder striked down like missiles of lightning just to hit whatsoever tallest thing it might possibly catch. The rain too was harsh. Creating puddles or even small ponds and lakes. If the storm kept this haste of downfall, it would most likely form a minor flood. The clouds were once white as snow, but now they are almost black. A cold breeze filled the appearance of the storm with a rainy feeling of hollow. While the trees were touching the wet grass and lodged into the nurturing earth, waving their leaves alongside by the icy wind, ripping them off the pouring wet trees as the leaves sailed the gust to a distant land behind the skies into the dark cyan debts of the deep-sea.