Ready with our ponchos donned, the howling wind and thunder in our ears, gray billowing clouds loomed above our heads.
Read the model sentence from Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way
Comes.
Great paper rolls under one arm, a brush and bucket in his free hand, the man was whistling a tune, very far away.
Copyright 1962 Ray Bradbury
Use the words and phrases to create a new sentence that matches the model. we donned our ponchos,
Gray billowing clouds
ready
above our heads,
the howling wind and thunder in
our ears,
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