I did this assignment for English. Thought you people might like it. And yes, it is a true story. I have not turned it in yet so tell me if you notice anything wrong with it!! Hope you enjoy.


The whole day, the sky had been gray and cloudy. The air was thick with the coming rain, making it almost too warm. I was sitting on my bed when I heard the thunder in the distance, and I got the idea. I jumped up, running down the stairs and out the door, not realizing how this storm would make me feel.
The grass in my yard was overdue for a cut, but it made it soft to sit in. What felt like hot and sticky weather before, now felt chilled from the promising wind whipping my hair back. The cool grass tickled my legs as I waited; hearing the thunder, seeing the ever closer flashes of lightning, and watching the sky. The clouds rolled, quickly changing from the meek gloom to raging black. The wind picked up, twisting my already knotted hair even more. I pushed the hair away from my face to see the lighting dancing around the black clouds. I smiled at the sight before the booming thunder shook the ground. Following this intense noise, a lighter one filled the air. A rush of rain had begun to fall and it slowly made its way over to me. It was like the clouds had opened up and poured upon me with everything it had. I was completely soaked with in a few seconds, but I did not mind. The occasional flash of lightning illuminated the joyous smile on my face.
The storm continued, going through waves of intensity. As that happened, I just sat there watching, slowly growing cold from the wet rain and harsh winds. At least my long hair, heavy with the rain, laid on my back unable to toss in the wind.
The sky above, continuing to pelt rain, looked far away and distant. I looked around, seeing the huge buildings when the lightning allowed me to see. At this moment, I felt small. The world was huge and intimidating. We are truly insignificant in the eyes of the world, at least individually.
Slowly, I got up; the spot in the grass I had kept dry did not stay that way long. I went inside, feeling the soft towel in my hands. I pressed it against my wet face, smelling the sweet scent of my fabric softener, before I rapped it around my dripping hair. The peace inside be began to lift. Before it was gone, I made sure to remember these feelings. Nature was a force to be reckoned with. It will kill without mercy. I had felt small, not because we do not matter, but because of how dwarfing the world could make me feel.
Then the feeling was gone and I went upstairs.
“You are soaked, what were you doing outside?” Chase asked as he sat on the couch, eating chips and watching television.
I shrugged, heading to my room to change out of my soaked clothes, “I was just enjoying the storm.” I felt like my usual self. No longer affected by this beautiful storm, I felt like I mattered more than what I truly do to the world.

I really like this story. Keep up the good work.