My rain writing

As i can hear the raindrops hitting the ground. I say to myself, we are nearly home a few more minutes  to go. I can feel the wet slippery umbrella stick. When I smell the cold air goes up my nose. I can see the trees going swish swash side to side I can hear the hail going boom! Boom! I feel nervous inside because I don’t think i can make it home. I can taste the fresh air I am sucking in. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧