The thunder is rolling along the shore roaring at the sea below. The sky has darkened into blackest black and danger is lurking in the dark clouds. The solitary sailboat is teetertottering in the ocean like a fragile toothpick ready to shatter.

The clouds are like ghosts coming back to Earth for revenge.

it smells like smoke from a fire or cooked and golden brown s'mores with some chocolate on it too.

it looks orange with some yellow and the wood is black with some white or gray ash coming out and into the air.

it makes a cozy and warm aroma around it when you get close to the fire.

Smell: I smell the grass and the smell of rain " it must have rained earlier".

Sight: I see the beautiful mountains with green trees and the bright blue sky with the fluffy white clouds.

Taste: I can taste the fresh mountain air.

Toch: I can touch the ground that is sometimes grass but also sometimes dirt and gravel with rocks and sand.