The Storm

I see the storm getting bigger and bigger,
I hear the wind rattling my windows as I drift of to sleep,
I smell the soapy dishwashing liquid as John washes the dishes,
I taste the hot Asian tea as mum reads to me through the whistling of the wind,
I touch my teddy bear so I'm not as terrified,
It makes me feel scared.

In Room 5 we did a senses poem on the storm in Auckland last night. this is my poem.