The dark, black cloud blocks the blue sky.

The golden orange rays of the sun at sunset reflected on the clear water.

The wind whistled softly as it rustles through the leaves of the oak tree.

My body went numb and a shiver ran up my spine when I jumped into the icy cold spring.

We gulped down the ice cold glasses of sweet, tart, refreshing lemonade.

The sweet smell of freshly baked apple pie filled the air.

One bite of a the sour lemon caused my lips to pucker.

The car squeaked every time I hit a bump in the road.

The sharp edge of the paper cut my finger.