The violent storm was coming over the hills, with lightning piercing out of the clouds like Zeus throwing bolts of lightning. The lightning made clouds look like they were walking over the hills. Our small town started to rush inside and barricade the doors. The storm was getting closer by the minute. It started to rain and the clouds took over the sky like an army taking over a country. I rushed inside and turned on the radio. The news said over three hundred objects have been struck. I looked out the window, the storm had cleared.