Storming in Paradise

The weather had been acting strange, he would admit. But never in his lifetime would Fugue have expected to wake up completely in the dark, completely clueless of what was going on. He shook his head and rubbed a paw across his face, wondering if he could be dreaming. Where was the sun? What was that sound... thunder??
Realization hit him like a boulder to the gut as the log blocking the entrance to his burrow was ripped away by the roaring wind. It was a hurricane! Rain pelted him hard in the face as he stepped out into what used to be his swamp. Where in the hell had this come from?
Fugue ducked his head as a large branch whizzed toward him at lightning speeds. It bately missed him, skimming his ears before it crashed into the tree behind him. He shhok his head and aimed his muzzle to the sky. The thunder roared over his head, and his golden eyes squinted as the sky flashed bright white light.
What beautiful havoc this was!
Just then, he was struck hard with hail as large as stones. Pain shot through him and he knew that he needed to leave the swamplands to find shelter before he was seriously injured. This would be a challenge.