Anger!

 The following post is something I wrote in the diary yesterday.

He bangs the door, hits his hand against the wall, avoids looking in her direction and makes a face looking up. Finally, he storms out of the house. He walks at a fast pace, arms swinging like a pendulum fixed on both of his shoulder blades.

The skies are scarlet with hardly any clouds. There is a gale which is a pale imitation of his walk. His heart is pumping hard. Nothing seems to disrupt his determination to just walk.

P.S. This was written as an exercise to write a prose (100 words) without using the word, anger, or its synonyms anywhere.