We donned our ponchos, ready above our heads, the howling wind and thunder in our ears, Gray billowing clouds surrounding us.
Read the model senten ce 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, ready above our heads, Gray billowing clouds the howling wind and thunder in our ears, .
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