Charlotte

The Westy wind.          
The westy wind sounded like Vikings charging at the monks.
The wind is strong like a heavy hippo in the deep blue depths.
The freaky wind rattled and rittled like a crying baby.
The westy wind sounds like an elephant trumpeting.
The wind blasted like a rocket in space.
The wind is a chainsaw chopping down trees.
Lonely letterbox lay lost on the street.
By Charlotte