The storm's Arrival

This morning, I asked the wind to bring her friends. Not long after, when school ended, as soon as I stepped out of the building, the thunder growled. Some drops poured. We jumped onto the bus shortly, and I opened my window, welcoming it grandly. Then the bus ran with the wind — the wind with its friends: rain and thunder. It had lightning with it now. I smiled at them as the wind started dressing my hair, and the rain softly began its dance — soft, small drops on the bus seat. I moved my face closer to it so the rain could fall on my cheeks and feel my affection through my smiling cheeks. The thunder growled, and I controlled my giggle of excitement in front of the others. When I reached my home, I had to walk a little distance from the stop. I happily jumped out and started walking with the clouds. The wind was stronger. Thunder was louder. Rain was softer. And lightning — warmer. But I told them to be more kind, so they wouldn't ruin someone's life. And they seemed to listen to my plea, as they remained as soft as they could be.