大象传媒

The Storm (15)

A calm feeling was everywhere.
All of a sudden, unexpectedly a raging storm arose; awakening the dead.
It was discreetly brewing, like an evil witch, brewing a cursed potion.
I forcefully pushed my way through the heroic rain like hopeless metal retracting against the magnet.
The wind violently howled like an infuriated lion ready to attack.
Lightning lashed ferociously down, like space shuttles clasping angrily down on the floor.