An Exract from ‘A blustery Day’

By Caoilinn, ScoilNaomhAingeal

As I pressed my face up against the cold glass, I could see the tall, bare tree’s bending in the wind. I could see leaves of scarlet, gold and brown swirling around and around. Rain fell on a carpet of colour and I heard the pitter-patter of raindrops against my window. Shrubbery and flowers of crimson and violet were torn out of the ground and mixed with the golden leaves. Nothing was calm, except the sky. The stars shone like fireworks about to burst at any moment and the moon was white as snow against the deep navy-blue sky. I shivered. Just looking outside made me feel cold. I pulled my blanket over my head and snuggled down into my pillow. Quick as a clash, I fell fast asleep and all night long I dreamt about that cold, windy day as I cosily lay in my bed.