I’ve written a short descriptive piece of creative writing and was wondering if you guys could give me some feedback 
Ive posted a sample of it below ^^
“Great day” exclaimed the little voice residing in my head, as I sat on the base of a recently chopped tree surrounded by plants and trees of all shapes and sizes. I Gazed steadily at the lush green woods and noticed beams of light erupting downwards from the bright atmosphere. I noticed as i looked up, the sun began to rise behind the mist, the sun’s light shone from behind the over hanging clouds The vast amount of clouds above me appeared darker than normal, the thought struck me that it may rain and immediately I stood up, a glimmering smile spread across my face, exposing my white teeth. Instead of running for shelter under the cool, shaded trees. I stood there. Silent, listening for the fist drops of rain to form and hit the ground with a light distinctive splash, it was barely audible. The sound of the tender ,gentle rain drops falling on fallen leaves was soothing to the ears as it echoed through the valley, sending forest animals fleeing for shelter.
Rays of light broke through the cloud cover and rushed down to be refracted by the rain drops. Timidly, the light rays sparkled through raindrops tumbling to the ground. It held a wonderful greenish, yellow light, illuminating the forrest as the rain softly fell, by this time I was completely and utterly soaked. I was dripping water from the collar or my jacket and began slowly walking on the path I came from, the smile still covering my face and eyes glinting as I faced the, now covered sun. Breathing the moist, cold mountain air dried my throat and left me parched. I had pale skin, especially under the light, dark brown hair and calming, golden-brown eyes. At the moment however I was soaked through my thick dark brown jacket all the way through my dark blue turtle-neck sweatshirt underneath. “Time to return home”, I thought to myself as I leapt into a sprint deep within the forest. my dark boots trailing behind me, trying to avoid the branches and the already slippery floor, I began to wonder what people would think if they observed me running in this fashion. It seemed to me if someone may have seen me, I’d look like a distant dark blur vanishing in the thick trees.
