The Violent Storm Was... (Brooke)

One sunny day I was rolling in the grass with my friends, then suddenly the sun was hidden by the soft, white clouds.  Those soft white clouds turned into dark gray, smoke like clouds.  Leaves blew in the strong wind forming mini tornadoes.  Children ran for cover to their homes to stay dry.  Drops of rain fell from the sky and quickly it turned into golf ball size drops exploding on the roof. Leaks appeared and pottery was blown off its shelves.  The violent storm was taking place.  Finally it stopped, leaving destruction behind.  “Mum, how can we clean up?”