Небольшой рассказ в Past Simple, используя слова: warm, dusty, hear, oppressive, rainy, to go

One day there was warm day, dusty streets of our little town were empty. That day I felt oppressive, for my soul needed some “rainy thing”. The only thing that could cheer me up was cool water, so, I decided to go bathing instead of lying in the sun. Finally, when I was totally oppressed, gray clouds wrapped round the town, “The rainy thing is coming”, I thought. It started to rain near the evening. All these loud thunder and lightning bolts meant the only thing - thunderstorm was coming. All this noise got ripped the silence that stranded in our garden. My mom had been watering vegetables since early morning, she was very glad to coming rain. She had asked me to join her too, to pick flowers with her all the gloomy day and to gather berries and mushrooms, but I refused. Paddles appeared, crowds of “lucky” people started to their home, I liked this atmosphere, especially being at home.