Dark, heavy clouds were approaching; it was getting colder and colder as though everything knew what we were going to do. Though just a moment before there hadn't been a breathe of wind, it began to pick up, soon becoming a gale which could blow down the strongest trees, not to mention us. With the last look of the sun being hidden, our optimism disappeared. Stooped as though exhausted, we looked at each other just to encourage ourselves, and went strait into the den, our legs shaking. I only hoped this wasn't a vice den.
I'd appreciate any comments on the grammar and style of the above passage.
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