Descriptive Writing

It was a stormy night, located in the middle of the ocean a lighthouse was seen. Thunderstruck as the waves crashed against the lighthouse like a cheetah eating its prey. The ocean was dancing around like a volcano ready to erupt. Freshly picked blueberries was the colour of  the ocean and the lighthouse was as dark as bark on a tree. It was so scary out there, almost like being alone in the woods at night. To make it worse the lighthouse was humongous, it was as tall as the sky tower, to my surprised it didn't get knocked down. Through the cold and dreadful night the lighthouse stood tall, like a soldier serving it's country.