Diary of thunderstorm observation (150 words)

I sat at my desk, looked at a desk lamp and wrote down the thrilling thing that just happened.

Before the thunderstorm, the weather was sultry, the sky was dark and there was a strong wind. Outside the window, the dragonfly flew very low and almost touched the ground; Spiders are busy collecting nets; Little ants are moving in line ... suddenly, the sky turns black, and lightning moves like a snake in the clouds, as if the world were suddenly lit up. The wind blew harder and harder, and the windows shook violently. Soon, rain fell from the sky like countless pots of water. There are one or two pedestrians on the road in a hurry, running forward with their heads protected by their hands. At this time, thunder rises and falls, one after another, which makes people's eardrums tremble; Lightning flashed again and again, getting brighter every time, making people uncomfortable ... in this way, an hour passed. When I was reading in the wind and rain, all of a sudden, my eyes were dark and there was no electricity. ...

This thunderstorm is really terrible, as if Dante's purgatory reappeared on earth. Fortunately, all this has passed and electricity has come, but I am still slightly afraid.