How Does Fitzgerald Use Weather In The Great Gatsby

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The Great Gatsby

Weather can interpret and influence how a day or situation is handled. A rainy day is mourned upon, and seeing the gloomy, wet, unapproachable outside, starts the day off wrong. F. Scott Fitzgerald uses weather to set the stage. Unlike his other motifs, weather is significant and recurring because of its slight foreshadowing and further exploration of the mood. In The Great Gatsby, the most influential motif for the reader is weather due to F. Scott Fitzgerald's use of rain, clouds, and sun. Rain in the book is used in two ways—the start of something better and the end of something good. The beginning of something better is like the morning flowers blooming after a twilight rain. In chapter …show more content…

As things start to settle with Gatsby and Daisy the weather changes as said in the book, “ While the rain continued it had seemed like the murmur of their voices, rising and swelling a little now and then with gusts of emotion. But in the new silence I felt that silence had fallen within the house too” …show more content…

This shows as the murmur in the house gets softer, the rain begins to wither. The weather changing represents Daisy and Gatsby warming up to each other. It's the start of something better. After hard times have passed or something has been overcome, good comes from that. In addition, rain is also the end of something good. Like a long hot summer full of warmth is followed by the inevitable colder months. To Gatsby, the warm ending is more of a bad omen, than a cycle. After the awkward meeting in Nick's house, they explore Gatsby's house. The sun has come out representing the good time they have had. Though as they spend more time together the feeling of regret shadows them. Daisy leaving Tom would hurt her stature, and she would leave behind a past life. The weather again reflects the feelings in the book after the whole shirt propaganda “‘They’re such beautiful shirts,’ she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. ‘It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such–such beautiful shirts before.’ After the house, we were to see the grounds and the swimming-pool, and the hydroplane and the mid-summer flowers–but outside Gatsby’s window it began to rain again, so we stood in a row looking at the

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