Terrible Storm of a Snowfall

I have lived with my cave family for six years. This winter it snow unexpectadly. My Dad was gone hunting, my mother was also looking for berries. I was no where near the cave when it started to snow hard. I finally found a hide to use as an umbrella. It was cold, and I had ice in my mouth, the only thing I could hear was the pounding of heavy snow. I continued toward my destination, but the large blankets of white drifts are now getting in the way. Suddendly I realize I might be in a problem, and I know  am beyond scared. Mr. wind blows hard on my hide umbrella and it flips all around not really doing its purpose. One wonders if the hide is helping at all and I know I have nothing else. It seems the cave I need to return to has moved- no I am lost.
*wondering if because the setting is cave man area - should I leave out the word umbrella?

I probably need to know if the last two lines should stay in


A Poem about Northwest Crazy Weather

It rains and rains
It snows softly
It hails hard and fast
It blows wind
It has s sun peaking through clouds
It has a bright sun
It has lots of clouds
What it is doing right
now no one knows