Storm Descriptive Writing

My family's bright, white van, that is covered in stickers of various colors and shapes, rumbles down the rough road. I look out the window to see the vibrant green trees, the grass that is a light shade of brown, and the occasional red and brown dead possum lying down in the middle of the road. Then I look out the windshield and see the cloud covered, dark sky that warns us of an upcoming storm. As we approach our white house with paint peeling off, I look out upon our yard that is filled with various play sets from my childhood, and multiple fruit trees that no one ever picks. I look across the desolate cotton field owned by our neighbors who I barely know. I see my Alaskan Husky, Maple, running around the yard with four small puppies.
Next I see the large brown deck that leads to our swimming pool filled with greenish tinted water because no one cares to clean it since it is never used. I open the van door and hop out to the smell of fresh manure that has been added over the cotton fields. I grab the doorknob and turn it so that I can finally make my way inside. As I walk in I smell barbecue chicken being cooked in the crockpot. I set my books down on the
for a few hours I go back into our petite kitchen. I grab my school books off the counter and make my way to my desk. I sit down in my comfortable gaming chair and look through my books thoroughly for my homework. I find my assignment and go to work. When I finish my large amount of homework, I put it into the correct binder and return to the kitchen. In the kitchen, I return my books. I walk back into the living room and sit back down at my computer. I open my small black laptop and type in my password. After I am done on my laptop, I go into our small green bathroom and take a shower. When I am done, I walk into my bedroom that is filled with random things. I see stuffed animals, books I never read, my soft blue bed, and miscellaneous items. I lie down in my soft bed and go to