12 years old: Is this good writing?

The weather outside wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. I like it rainy. It was my type of weather. However, under the circumstances my notebook was soaking wet. And I had no umbrella. I tried to wipe the tea stain off my skirt leggings which I spilt all over myself on the plane. Well what can I say? That’s what I get when my ticket lands me between a rowdy 3 year old and a guy who could loose a couple lbs. I looked up to the sky, whishing for a sign of hope but all I could see was industry haze and cumilonibus clouds. It had nearly been twenty minutes and I was still standing out on the sidewalk. New York City just had to be explored because staying cooped up in an airport for hours wasn’t on my checklist. But like I said before: the rain and I, we’re bff’s. I silver mini van pulled up to the curve spraying water over my face. Yep, this was my ride. The window rolled down to reveal my older, attractive sister, Diane. “Long time, no see little sister! Whoa, someone forgot an umbrella!” She yelled through the pouring rain and busy traffic. She still had her bushy hair and freckles that freely ran across her face. I couldn’t help but smile. “Hey Di. How’ve you been?” She opened up the side door and grabbed my luggage, throwing them not so gracefully into the middle seat. “I’ve been pretty well. I’m so happy I get to see you. You’re going to love it here in New York. Come on, you can sit up with me.” The front of her car was surprisingly roomy. I cranked up the heater and shook off my soaked hair that was dripping onto the seat. “You still live in Blue Ridge, right?” I asked, leaning on the window sill. “Yep,” she said. “Been a while since you came, hasn’t it?” She was right.