My Poem about the Storm.

This is a poem about the storm last night.

The Storm

I see trees falling onto the slippery roads.

I hear the wind going everywhere and the heavy lighting.

I smell the fire the neighbours are lighting for warmth.

I taste the rain speeding down from the sky.

I touch the tiny goosebumps scatterd around my body.

I feel gloomy and drowsy.

My Memwha

My Street

My street was Usual enough
 it had:

Lots of different looking houses, lots of Multicultural children

Lots of equipment to play with like Soccer balls, Basketballs, Scooters, Bikes, Skateboard, Rugby balls.
We played lots of games like touch, tag, dodge ball, ran races and many more fun games.
Doing nothing important