Just Another Day in Paradise

I walked through the door and felt the intense humidity. I thought to myself who would ever want to live here, as the sweat beads began to form on my head. With the aroma of that of a forest after a spring rain, and the sound of water flowing. I looked around and saw the array of colors from the orange flowers, to the purple leaves. It felt as if we weren’t in Iowa anymore. So for the next fifty minutes I decided to go on my own little “English vacation”. I walked around taking in the sights and smells of all the foreign plants. No two plants were exactly the same. I felt leaves that felt like sponges, and other leaves that felt like a piece of paper after you color it with a crayon. There were leaves that looked like eyes and others that looked like claws. There were little plants and there were some huge plants. Since my “vacation” was almost coming to an end, I decided the put on my sun glasses, pitch an umbrella, lay out a towel, and relax. Then the storm came. The winds began to gust, the rain started to fall, and you could feel the tension of all the vacationers. My large umbrella blew away, and got stuck in a large palm tree. The beautiful orange flowers that once hung from the branches, no longer were present. I wanted my “English vacation” to end but our teacher wouldn’t let us leave until four o’clock. We just had to wait the storm out. The sirens began to go off, and panic began to set in. The paradise we were in just a few minutes ago turned in to a disaster.
As the storm began to conclude, our “English vacation” turned into an “English nightmare”. I walked around looking at the aftermath of the storm. The plants began to glisten again in the sunlight, as if nothing had happened. As I strolled up and down the aisles I started to realize not to get down on yourself if something goes wrong.
The plants returned to their original beauty and the paradise was restored, but it was too late. The bells in the clock chimed, the time was now four o’clock. It was time to leave. With my closed dripping with water, chilled, and uncomfortable, I began to walk back to my apartment. Would any of my roommates believe our “English vacation”?