Tempest

Something I wrote for my Creative Writing class a couple years ago.  Don't remember what the exact exercise was, but...it sounds a bit like something you'd hear from Trixie's brother Mart.

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          The tempest heaved relatively hard, naturally formed minerals against the weatherboard building for the shelter and feeding of domesticated animals.  In the interior, obscure and tepid, crammed with the bellyaches of remonstration as the squall meandered wisps of arctic air round the cavorting hooves.  

In close proximity, a perennial woody plant having a main trunk and distinct crown, that once upon a time stood soaring and egotistical, precipitated to the soil betwixt the building for the shelter and feeding of domesticated animals and the rickety domicile that shimmied with each applaud of thunder.  Precipitation emptied at few and far between inclines.  Above your head sinister billows tumbled concurrently, in anticipation of a appendage was fashioned and, like a enamored Squamata ophidia, corkscrewed it’s way down until if locates the land.  

Moving in the direction of the despondent farmstead it gave the impression to be progress on a predetermined itinerary until it jerked disturbingly to one segment then made a terrifying jerk in the contradictory bearing, a sidewinder.   More perennial woody plants, having a main trunk and distinct crown, hurled about within the cyclone until they are spat out again, wrecking annihilation where ever they disembark.    

As out of the blue as it had started the whirlwind was sucked back into the firmament.  Evil billows carve up as emission of light plummet on the weatherboard edifice for the refuge and noshing of cultivated multicellular organism of the kingdom Animalia, in instances such as this, Equus caballus, battered but still standing.