Personal essay on windstorm of louisville KY please help!?

Hi guys! please help out and read this and just tell me what you think and what needs changes. i understand the spelling if half ass i havent spell check it yet. this is for school and i want it to be good!

The Windstorm of 2007

It was somewhere on the road between the hilly mountains of Missouri and the vast cornfields of Inadiana when I was made aware of the rainy storm going on near my hom in Louisville, KY. I had no idea the chaotic mess I was in for. As I drove across the Second Street bridge the overcast made itself visible. The high rises and old brick buildings seemed shut down - more vacant than usual, like everyone had burst out in a rush. I imagined a high-powered executive of the PNC tower, who ran out as he heared of the war going on in the heavens, just after preparing his morning coffee in the break room, the lid of his mini creamer already pulled back. And how it just sat idly now, frozen in time.
It was like an attack of zombies or a flare up of the Black Plague came and left everything just as it was, but with debris and loose pieces of nature. There were logs in the middle of the road, telephone wires pulled down and draped over parked cars which were lost in a pool of fallen brush and scattered branches. There was something very beautifully peaceful in all that chaos.
I approached my house and it was dark. Next to the other houses, my street looked like it had experienced a case of the mischevious toddler, sneaking behind the Christmas tree and unplugging the string of little holiday house figurines on the mantle: blackened. The power was out. I stepped inside to the chilled hard-wood floors, illuminated by two electric lanterns my Dad had had plugged in around the clock for moments just like this, or impulsive, midnight walks through Cherokee Park. I always teased him for having such 'useless things' plugged in all the time, as "We never use those!" but now I became thankful. In a way he seemed excited to finally make use of his lanterns, no longer needing to explain his precautious paranoia.
Inconviently (or thankfully?), power at my work was out as well, so I quickly adopted a role of no responsibility. Despite the inconvienciene of the closed roads and cluttered streets, my neighborhood friends and I took advantage of the whole thing. We threw a "lights-out" party-a great oppurtunity to show off my new pioneering attitude with my charged up lanterns. We explored the great outdoors, meandering around out new 'urban meets backwoods' attraction. We took over a fallen tree while we drank and examined the fungus nesting in its bark.

how should it end?