A storm destroys your uncle’s shed and kills his six-year-old. Describe the color of the sky right before the storm hit.
I live in Kansas in tornado alley and you can always tell when a storm is coming by the color of the sky. The color of the sky right before the storm that took the life of my 6-year-old was a blue-green-gray and a very deep blood red. I will never be the same again because that storm took my soul away from me. It took away my reason for living.








