Storm

It was a bright sunny morning, the sky was happy and a very pale pink. The sun was out and the kids were playing and dancing around. Around noon time, the sky started fading to a magenta color. It didn't seem safe but the parents didn't get a notification so they stayed out side. The kids played on swing sets, in their backyards, and even climbed trees. I was driving to my uncles house and heard a little kid scream to his friend, "watch out! The sky's raining giant lava drops!!" I looked up to see that the sky was now purple with magenta and red rain droplets falling down. I got worried because this has only happened one time before, three thousand years ago. I sped up and soon arrived at my uncles. It started to thunder so all the kids and parents went inside. Jonah, my uncles six year old son got locked in a shed. He was to weak to break the door, to short to pick the lock, and no one could hear him because of his tiny little voice. So, he sat. Soon, the sky was red, yellow, blue, and brown, and the rain drops were orange and green. So many teenagers were outside with their phones taking selfies, it was ridiculous. Loud thunders and lightning strikes started  and they were all neon plaid. In the distance, you could see a red, silver, gold, and metallic purple tornado joined up with seven other tornadoes heading towards us. We all ran to the seller, except little Jonah. With everything going on with the storm and all, my uncle completely forgot about his son. Once the tornado hit, it damaged the shed severely, it took down four of our trees, two of our cars, and more. After the storm was over, the sky was a pastel blue with orange pastel flowers. My uncle soon became very angry and barged into the shed only to find his son, Jonah, laying on the ground with a hammer through his stomach, and an ugly color of blood coming out of his eye sockets and toes. My uncle screamed in fury and they sky turned red, black, and a dark purple.

My little cousins funeral was held two weeks ago with what was remaining of his body. No one in their right mind talked to my uncle, visited him, or spoke of him. He hates himself, the world, and everything else now. So that's how my cousin died from this rare storm two and a half weeks ago.