Cailtin - Winters Chill.

Ella was strolling down the cold and deserted street.
The night stood, freckled only by the fewest of stars.
Ella kept her pace and was already half way home.
The moonlight shone bright like a search light.
Oak trees cast shadows out in-front of her onto the gravel path.
Ella was almost home, but the ferocious wind stopped her.
She was blown right into her front yard in an instant.
Ella picked herself up but fell back down,
But she knew it was no use.
Rain like hail-stones came down rapidly like an avalanche.
And then she woke up…

By Caitlin.