Huh...

I had never experienced such a dreadful feeling in my life before the incident two hours ago.
I'm talking about that storm, tornado or whatever it was. I was just on my way home (from where my parents live) and from the bus stop I saw the almost incredibly black sky, which threatened me so much I decided to return home (= my parents' home) and not to continue to the centre of the storm. Unfortunately it took me longer to decide than it would be proper in such situation. I ran home well aware that each second is more than important (for my life?). Halfway to my parents' flat the storm got me. At that moment it was like the end of the world. The strong wind raised the dust from the pavement and blew it right into my eyes. In combination with the heavy drops of rain my eyes were suddenly full of mud. I remembered faintly that you shouldn't run in case of a storm. But I felt that the longer I stayed outside the less chance I had. I coudn't anticipate how strong the wind would become and at the moment I couldn't really be sure it wasn't a tornado, as I had never experienced it.
I arrived home almost dead. I couldn't breathe at all, as I'm not used to running (not in the last few months). I had to use the lift to get to the 8th floor and in the last seconds I felt it might have fall down. There was terrible noise in the whole building. When I finally opened the door of my parents' flat, I felt such a relief I can't describe it.

Note (two hours after the storm):
My mother went on the balcony and found there a bed sheet, which doesn't belong to us. She said she had seen some stuff flying in the air during the storm but not this big:o). A little mysterious end of tonight's story.