Nasty Meaning

It had been a long week of rain and wind, but no one could have predicted the nasty storm that swept through the small coastal town on Friday afternoon. Mark had been out for a run when the sky darkened and the first gusts of wind began to howl through the streets. At first, it wasn’t too bad, just a few heavy raindrops, but by the time he reached the park, the storm had turned nasty. The wind picked up, sending branches and debris scattering through the air. Mark ducked into a nearby café for shelter, drenched and cold. Inside, the warmth of the café offered a brief respite, but even the friendly faces couldn’t distract him from the storm’s intensity outside. It wasn’t just the rain that was nasty – it was the suddenness and ferocity of the storm that left everyone shaken. The café owner, an elderly woman named Mrs. Delaney, muttered under her breath, 'It’s like the sky just turned nasty on us.' The storm raged for hours, with flashes of lightning making the streets look like scenes from a horror film. Mark glanced at his phone and saw messages from his wife, worried about his whereabouts. He decided to stay put until the weather calmed down. The storm finally subsided by evening, but it left behind a nasty mess of fallen trees and flooded streets. Mark reflected on how the day had taken an unexpected, nasty turn, but he felt grateful to have found shelter in such a trying situation. The storm had passed, but the memories of its intensity would linger for some time.