This one feels a bit awkward:

She knew her eyes would betray the sense of uncertainty and fear she was feeling. She kept her head low, eyes pointing down.

And this one is quite beautiful:

The mud held their feet firmly to the ground, wrapping tentacles of regret and bitterness tightly around them.

in a melancholy and depressing kind of way, could see that quite clearly in my head :)

That storm/flood/apocalypse looks/sounds/feels like hell :O Being able to see it in my head means it's well written :)