Normally a rainy day would mean people stay home and indoors but the small agricultural town of Goondiwindi on the Queensland border is a buzz with people. The wet weather is most welcome and gives farmers and others who would normally be out in paddocks the chance to come to town and run errands, shop and grab a coffee.…
Ah I love the rain and the lightning. I wonder if I should brave the next storm. The rain hitting against your skin in a cold fury as the lightning flashes your face and half frames light is grand. Next week…
Fundamentally, rain is never just rain in a story. Usually, it can be used as an indication for something. At the very beginning of the book, inside the prologue, it begins with, “After dark the rain began to fall again” (1). This scene is when the man in an olive coat, who later is found out to be Claude, is seen buying a very suspicious looking poison from an old man in South Korea. The indication given here is the showing of a bad omen. The reader is given…
Rain for instance is special…
The afternoon rain had been generous. The air was cool, and the fresh, earthy scent made my walk home slightly more pleasant than usual. I have always found the scent of rain refreshing—the sweet fragrance that a satisfied Earth emanates when the seeds of the clouds thoroughly romances her. Petrichor, is it called?…
Thoreau was even comfortable with the solitude when it rained or snowed and he couldn’t go outside. The rain prevented Thoreau from his hard laboring in the fields, but it didn’t affect his alone time. Henry sometimes thought he was better than some guys because he was a hard working laborer. Some of Thoreau’s happiest times was when it rained. He had more time to write when bad weather caged him in the house.…
Weather in this story symbolizes the current feeling or emotion of the characters. Dull, gloomy days often occurred when the character is depressed: "this sudden mist positively stank of sadness and gloom" (47). This symbol is clearly evident when Haroun traveled to Moody land, "the sun would shine all night is there were enough joyful people around, and it would go on shining until the endless sunshine got on their nerves; then an irritable night would fall a night full of mutterings and discontent, in which the air felt too thick to breathe" (47).…
-I love the rain when I'm inside as it smashes against the window panes, but nothing beats a cloudless sunny day for sure.…
Snow days are not my favorite; it is either too cold outside or there is too much snow. I always have to plow the snow myself. Another reason why I hate snow is because I am a shoe fanatic. I can never wear nice shoes in the snow or else they will get ruined. Also, you cannot get frostbite from being warm. Who doesn't love to always have their shirt off showing what they got?…
Weather snow, fall, and summer. Living here has brought me great joy with all my friends and…
WEATHER: used in a number of ways and forms, some of these being: Mist - This convention in Gothic Literature is often used to obscure objects (this can be related to the sublime) by reducing visibility or to prelude the insertion of a terrifying person or thing; Storms - These frequently accompany important events. Flashes of lightening accompany revelation; thunder and downpours prefigure the appearance of a character or the beginning of a significant event; Sunlight - represents goodness and pleasure; it also has the power to bestow these upon characters.…
When Fav and I got into his car we were going to turn the heater on full blast to try and warm up, but it was a lost cause, as the car would not start. Therefore, we had to take some MRE warmers and boil some water to melt the ice that got on the engine. After an hour of doing this, we finally melted enough ice to be able to start the car. We quickly turned on the heater to full blast to warm up, when the heater finally warmed up it was no help because we were almost home anyway. We grabbed what gear we really need too, ran into our building, and rushed to our room. As I fumbled to use my key card to open the door with the icicle’s I called fingers now, I could hear the storm rage on outside all I could think of was the warm bath was going to take to warm up my soul. When I finally got the door to my room opened I barged in dropped my gear and stripped off the ice covered clothes I had on, I then jump into the tub and started a hot bath it felt like I was in a hot spring on top of a mountain. After all this, the cold never really bothers me anymore, but I do love hot baths…
winter. Both seasons are beautiful; they are often both wet and muggy. Although there is…
The sun is just beating down on your body in a way that can't hurt you under any circumstances... and feel the cool breeze over your body and how comfortable that feels. And hear the ocean lapping on the shore. Listen to what it sounds like. And underneath your feet is the warm sand, just the right temperature.…
of summer also mix in the air. Sitting on the morning dew damp chairs and listening to…