Sometime in our lives, we all will have to make tough, life altering decisions for either the best or the worst. "Rain Reign” by Ann M. Martin is a heartwarming and heart wrenching tale about a young girl named Rose and her pet dog, Rain. When Hurricane Susan hits her small town and Rain is lost, Rose’s life is swept up in the eye of the storm, and she has to learn how to navigate her feelings of melancholy and loneliness. In "Rain Reign", Ann M. Martin uses the symbolism of the rain to provide the audience with context, build suspense and stir empathy.
The hot sun burns against my dripping back as I hold a prickling pile of freshly cut pine leaves to throw away. They sting my flesh as they pass the pores of my dad’s worn-out red working gloves I wear. Each thorn is like a stab against my pride and a crying demand for me to surrender. As my legs wear heavy and my fingers cramp, I can only wonder if I will ever see the end of this day.
It was six o’ clock pm. The rain fell hard, as I ran across the slippery road. All was still and quiet. You could only hear the loud splashes of water that trailed behind me. Splish splash. Splish splash. Splish splash. But that was before, a blood-curdling scream filled my lungs, a pair of light blinded me, and a cold lump of metal struck into my stomach.
"Wraith" by Edna St. Vincent Millay explores the complexity behind the ambiguous presence of the wraith suspended within the house. Never explicitly stated in the text, the wraith’s spirit lingers through the lines of the poem aided by the speaker’s use of personification. Portrayal of rain through humanistic traits, and by addressing aforementioned with female personal pronouns, constructs a conscious for an inanimate concept. As such is paralleled to a ghost-like figure haunting the speaker’s home and mind, rain allows for a visible embodiment of the paranormal spirit. In the poem, the speaker effectively personifies this beautiful yet haunting rain, allowing them the freedom to explore the supernatural wraith, it 's respective characteristics and most specifically, the reasoning behind it 's looming presence as it resonates throughout the poem.
Everything was glittering. The sun was just setting and there were varieties of pinks, oranges, yellows, and reds that all faded down to where the sun was hiding behind the Empire State Building. Bright lights from Jumbo Screen ads, and lights from windows shined all around the city, they all danced above. Even though it was late at night,there were even more people walking the streets then there was when I looked out this morning.
I walked alongside the beautiful stream of water, as the soft mud around its edges covered my bare feet. The fluorescent green trees, the hypnotizing flowers, the beautiful scenery around me seemed upside down in its reflection. A reflection of still water, small droplets of distortion every now and again.
“So what you do is you first grab some bait, put it on the hook and cast the line.” pop passionately speaks to me as I feel the nice wind blow across my face. A sunny morning with warm breeze, I try to copy what my pop just told me. I reach for the container of slimy worms which I just cannot touch. Seeing my delicate hands jump move in and out of the container, pop muffled. With goosebumps appearing on my arm, I look up to him with my face scrunched up as a sign of help. Looking at my face, pop’s loud joyful laughter quickly filled the empty ocean. He grabbed one of the squiggly worm and snare it on the hook. With a wide smile on my face, I give pop a light hug. The briny air feels harsh yet gives me a refreshing feeling. A couple of minutes pass by, I feel my line faintly move up and
It was March 6, and it was a really busy day. I was running around, in Splash Lagoon in Erie, PA and making sure everything was arranged correctly before all my guests arrived at 12:00 pm. I looked at my waterproof watch, as I stood in the kiddie pool with little slides and little fountain decorations set up in the 2 feet water and ready to be played with.
Lightning crashes overhead as I race back into the house, dripping wet. I was just returning back from an adventure in the woods. The storm was unexpected, even the forecasters had never expected it. Luckily, I managed to make it back inside safely. I peered out the window as I took off my raincoat. The rain pitter pattered against the pavement softly, creating a lulling sound. I shook my head, fiercely trying to concentrate so that I didn’t fall asleep. I still have video games and homework to complete! The rain has always been a thing that could put me to sleep at the drop of a hat, in fact it’s my favorite weather. I swiftly changed my clothes so that I didn’t catch a cold and I sat down on the couch, pulling my homework out from my bookbag. Math equations filled my head but I still couldn’t concentrate. I stared out the window again, the rain luring me in. I sat my homework down and got up to look out the window again. As I gazed out the window a shadow caught my attention, it breezed through the forest and it went by so fast that I didn’t know what it was. A bird perhaps? Maybe. Whatever it is I need to figure it out! It could be something cool! But what about my homework? Well, this shouldn’t take long and besides, math is easy, I’ll be fine. I’ll just finish it when I get home. I jumped into my rain boots and put my raincoat back on. Then I twisted the
The bell rang in the late afternoon, I slowly packed my books, pencils and postcards from my eight years friends from primary school to middle school. Cowarded hallways, where usually were full of laughter, were the loneliest places at the time. I walked out of school with my heavily heart that towarded to my home, hard to forget. It was too hard to say goodbye. I still remembered what I think, what I thought and what I want to say at the last moment. The clouds began to gather together, and the low pressure enveloped the whole city, heavily rain is coming.