Sense Poem

The storm is as loud as a marching band, playing as though it depended on their lives.

The lightning is as bright as the sun as it streaks down to the earth, causing chaos.

The rain is as cold as ice on your neck.

You can almost taste the ozone as lightning strikes, even closer to you. 

It is cold and depressing, even when you get inside. 

All you can see are the grey clouds, and occasionally lightning strikes through the hazy rain.