writing practice

Last week I went to a small farm where my grandparents lived years ago. On the way, it started raining and, as there were only plantations, it was very frightening to see the lightning in the open sky. Luckily, it didn’t take me long to get to the house where I was going to spend the afternoon and the whole situation was pretty funny. Due to the storm, my mother kept a scared face that made me laugh all the way. When we got there, all we could do was stay inside talking and drinking coffee, which was not so bad. At the time my grandparents lived there, the land was used for coffee plantations and still today almost every farm there produces coffee. From time to time, I went to the farm because it was where I spent most of my childhood. When it was sunny, I liked to go to a small waterfall, which was surrounded by a closed forest and almost nobody knows the place. I think it was the last remaining native forest space there and most of it was already used for cattle breeding.