Descriptive Essay: The Flight To Kansas City

My heart beats like a drum as I board the plane to Kansas City. The airport intercom comes on, and I hear, “Attention all passengers, the flight to Kansas City is now boarding.” I give my mom and dad one last hug and walk slowly to the door. I find my seat and sit down.
Woosh! The jet engines start up, and we’re off. My ears pop, and I can only hear the beating of my heart. As we head over the Red River, the clouds began to thicken. The flight attendant asks me if I want a drink.
I politely say, “Can I please have a lemonade?”
Then I look through the window, and we are above the marshmallow clouds. I finish my drink, and we start descending down toward the dark thick clouds.
The pilot says in a shaky voice, “We are approaching a strong storm. Everyone please stay seated with your seatbelt fastened.”
Boom! The plane starts shaking, and all we can see are white circles...it is snow! The plane continues to shake back and forth. I can see the runway lights ahead. Everything is quiet, and then a few seconds later, Bam, we are on the runway. The pilot puts on the breaks. Our bodies fall forward. Then we stop, and a sigh of relief exits my body.
I exit the plane, and I see my grandma waiting for me at the airport. I’m glad to see her smiling face. She hugs me and asks, “How was your flight”. I just