From out of my window by Grace

It's way out on a farm in the country. It's a gloomy day even though its spring.Out side the kitchen window I see ... The small jets loudly soaring through the dark grey clouds. The plump red quail flapping slowly through the sky with extreme difficulty. A black and white cow glares at me uncomfortably through its big hazel eyes. The green duck waddling through a chunky mud puddle.The sickly green and yellow eel moving slyly through the huge murky pond.I can taste the grey miserable rain as it patters through the cracks of the old window.I can smell the fresh dark green grass on the wet lawn.