Authors note: This is my figurative language piece that I wrote for language arts.
I was walking home after the game with my friends, when all of a sudden I felt a big gust of wind blow on me like there was a giant fan right behind me. It was very strong, it blew my friends and I forward. I look up at the sky to see if there was a storm coming. The clouds were very dark. The dark sky looked like ink had just spilled out of the bottle. When suddenly a drop of rain smacks my face. Then, the very next moment, a huge shower of heavy rain drops just came and poured all over us. The rain was not stopping. We were drenched it had looked like we just jumped and rolled around in puddle. My house was the closest, so we decided to get on a light jog to my place. When out of nowhere a loud, distant echo from the loud boom of thunder frightened us all. A couple seconds after, a loud crack of lightning struck the ground miles from us, but we could tell it was close. We were now on a full out sprint to make it home, it felt as if we were running at the speed of a tiger. We were still a ways away from my house, but we were getting there. When suddenly, another loud booming of thunder came like a cannon. We were shivering, the wind blowing against are soaked clothes made it feel as if we were standing in the arctic. The sopping wet clothes was really slowing us down too, but we were too frightened to stop. There were only about 5 blocks left until we made it to my house. Abruptly, we saw a bolt of lightning strike in the same exact area where we were only minutes before. We then bolted all the way to my house and ran inside as quickly as we possibly could. We were all standing by the front door breathless as if we just ran a marathon. I was bent over with my hands on my knees. After continuous minutes of breathing, I ran upstairs and grabbed some dry clothes for my friends and I to wear. Nonetheless, my friends and I were still able to have a good night.
