weather poem

I am board, so I will give you a poem that I wrote.

As the sun goes behind the clouds,
the thunder booms loud.
the wind starts blowing,
and the sky starts glowing.
The hail starts to fall,
at least the size of a baseball.
A tornado comes down,
and soon hits the ground.
As the thing comes toward me,
I see the cloud of debris.
Finally it came to an end,
and the scilence came again.
As I opened muy eyes,
I heard several painstaking cries.
Today I still remember, that offel day in September.
And all the storm took away,
on that uneventful day.

Please comment, and tell me what you think of this poem.