Horrible Storm

It was the twenty-seventh of January. A storm was brewing outside. Dark clouds had gathered in the sky. A strong wind had begun to blow. Though it was yet evening, darkness prevailed all around. And I was all alone at home. Father had not yet returned from his office and mother had gone to visit my ailing ( in poor health ) granny (grandma/grandmother). A sense of deep fear filled my mind. I screamed in fear when suddenly the lights went out. Every little sound gave me an eerie ( strange and frightening ) feeling. A strong gust of wind came and blew down the flower-pots, we had kept on the window shelf. There were horrible sounds of things tumbling and breaking. I jumped in fright many a time. I had shut myself in my room and had not the courage to open the door when I heard a knock at the main entrance. But my relief, I heard my dad's voice followed by the knocks at the door. I went running and opened the door for him. It was raining heavily outside and dad was wet to the skin. He went in to change his clothes and I heaved a sigh of relief.