hmm...it took me awhile to think of what to write...so i guess i'll post my essay frm my secondary school years on and off frm now on....hehe enjoy

Stormy Wheather
It was a fine April morning. Dawn had just broken over the land, revealing clear blue azure skies. Birds chirped merrily in greeting to the exquisite beauty that Mother Nature had availed to all in its company.
Amidst all this, a distant rumble of thunder like a war cry of Israelites ready to tear down the walls of Jericho could be heard. The rumbling sound became more distinct even as the sky turned dark and forbidding. The wind, that had been present all this while gathered in strength, and grew in intensity. Tress bent, precariously, from side to side, dancing, it would seem, to the tune of the wind. The force of the wind they were subjected to, threatened to uproot them and, possibly, blow them away like feathers.
The eerie howling of the wind and the deep, resounding rumble of thunder, worked hard in glove with one another, to create a truly terrifying sound, which would have scared the wits out of any mortal soul.
This stage of nature’s play was quickly followed by white sheets of rain that poured, with suddenness, from the sky, swiftly engulfing the whole land with precipitation. Visibility was drastically reduced and anyone caught in such a storm right then, would likely lose his sense of direction.
The storm raged on at full force, its gale-force winds lashing the land violently. Leaves, branches, torn limbs of trees, whole bushes and shrubs, rocks and stones, and all kinds of vegetation, were cast into the air, like deadly missiles, with ease, by the mighty storm.
Lightening blazed through the darkened skies, briefly illuminating the land with its majesty. For a few good seconds, the cracks of thunder filled the air resoundingly, sending out vibrations though the air, again and again. Nature was at work, thrilling any potential spectator with its very own version of a fireworks display.
Great torrents of water swept down the mountain slopes, washing along soil, stones, pebbles and even gargantuan rocks. Both flora and fauna fell victim to the storm, too, either drowned or killed by the great rivers of water that swept at or over them, sending them to their watery graves.
For what seemed like an eternity, the storm showed no sign of breaking. The land, helpless to its entire doings, suffered much torment. Then, as abruptly as it had all begun, the storm scaled down to a drizzle.
The sky cleared like magic. Everywhere, though, the storm left behind souvenirs of its passing. Debris of various kinds littered and strewn the land in testimony to its cruel and terrifying power, to which man had practically no protection. Indeed, the storm has demonstrated to one and all, an invaluable lesson on its destructive might and its ability to cause untold destruction on earth.