The Storm (senses poem)

In Room 5 we writ a senses poem about a storm that happened.

I see the needle of bright light striking the sky tower.
I hear the whistling of the wind gushing into my window.
I smell the warm milo powder ready to be drunk.
I taste the crispy chicken fries getting munched and crunched on.
I touch the black rubber button to turn my head torch on.
It makes me feel scared.