Before I have time to think about the clouds darkening , the water starts bucketing down.  I run inside and pull the curtains open.  The rain looks like clear bullets - projectiles making mini explosions upon landing.  The cars slow down from a run to a walk.  People raise umbrellas above their heads to protect them from the harsh weather.                               
By Roland Van Rooyen

The rain hits the iron roof like a machine gun going off.  I see parents everywhere, running and dodging the puddles to get to their child's classroom.  When they get there, they look as wet as a dog.  I jump up to see how high the creek is.  Finally I see my mum slowly walking over with an umbrella.  I get my bag ready, prepared for what about to happen.
By Zac Cunningham

Water piling, drains bursting, sandbagging shops, houses getting flooded and much more.  I stare out the window of the car and there is water everywhere so we have to drive very slowly.   Our car is getting soaked and the window wipers cannot keep up.  I look out the window again and the clouds are very gloomy.
By Amber Dawson

Staring out, the rain covered the window.  I hear the creek is rising.  I race out the door to see millions of puddles lying helplessly on the ground.  Dodging all the puddles, I find the creek almost at the bridge.  I sprint back to morning tea - stuck inside.  Hours later we all got sent home because the school is about to flood.
By Angus Crosby-Kaye