The storm that destroyed the shed

A man and his son die from a horrendous storm. This is me explaing the sky.

The air was suffocating. Big bursts of warm wind almost swallowed them whole. The sky mystified the plain that lied underneath it. It was ominous in the sense of its rich navy blue color. It was vindictive, so vindictive you could practically see it's spiteful eyes. It had slowly crept down it's path, getting so deep into the plants and bushes it gulped the sheild of protection that was the father and sons only hope for life right into it's mouth.