Leor's Sensory Image Paragraph

Suddenly the wind changed, a storm was coming. The thunder crashed, casting an eerie echo, soon after it the bright yellow lightning danced in the sky. Rain started falling as I tasted the sweet water on my tongue. I had to get home before it got worse. I ran home as fast as my legs could take me. My parents were waiting for me, worried sick, at the door. I rushed up to my room, got in bed, and covered myself with the warm, soft blanket. As I watched the waves crash violently onto shore and the dark clouds cover the grey sky like a rough blanket I thought to myself: I am safe.