The small man of Ireland

My assignment was to write a story about a leprechaun using the 5 senses, similes and personification.This is what I wrote.

Rain splattered like damp teardrops against my jacket as the humidity of the forest swallowed me into shadowy depths. It was impossible to hear anything other than the trembling oaks of Ireland and the squelching of my boots in the thick mud. The sun had set nearly an hour ago and the musky smell of distant bonfires was easily getting my attentions. The wind carried an interesting scent to my nose, so I curiously urged myself forward to find what was emitting the strange aroma. I silently crept towards a grove of trees which groaned from the pressure of the rain and wind. Suddenly, a shadow swiftly circled the tree trunks several times revealing long striped red stockings and vibrant green shoes. The abnormal movements soon ceased and a man appeared from the circling mist, barely the height of my stomach. He wore a tall green hat with red ribbon tied around the edge. Tucked in between the ribbon and the hat was a soggy clover, with several rips and tears. He had sapphire eyes and fiery orange hair. He also had a gray tail coat that was covered in a garnet pattern which flowed like a river’s current. His elfish ears stuck up half the height of his top hat and were paler than the rest if his skin. Jingle bells hung from his muddy, green shoes, like small golden berries. His hair stuck to his face in wet strips. The melancholy expression on his face mimicked the night sky. He stifled a single whisper before gliding into the forest but the words soon died in the fast moving wind.