Descriptive Essay On A Storm

Kate Chopin wrote the short story “The Storm” one of her most bold stories and did not even intention to publish it (Cutter 191). The two main characters in the story are Calixta and Alcee. They both used to be attracted to one another in previous years, but now they are both married to someone else. After Alcee arrives to Calixta’s house looking for shelter they are driven into a passionate moment. In the story “The Storm” the storm has a significant meaning; without it the affair of Calixta and Alcee performed would not have been as powerful as it was between them. “The Storm” has a great deal of symbolism throughout the story: the clouds, the use of color white, the storm relative to the affair, the after effects of the affair, Calixta,

Kate Chopin implies in the selection, "The Storm" that the setting and the plot reinforces each character's action, but only two characters exemplify the title itself, Calixta and Alcee. The storm becomes the central element of Alcee's unrequited love for Calixta and ultimately the instrument of their forbidden love to each other. Hurston concurs in the "The Storm" that a forbidden relationship can become a cancerous love and silent death sentence.

At the headquarters of the Louisiana National Guard, located in the lower 9th ward, the soldiers were not yet aware that the canal levees were giving way. The Guard’s commander

Dustin was at home he wanted to see where Jimmy was. Dustin looked at his phone it started ringing. The words read, TORNADO WARNING GET IN YOUR HOUSES,AND TAKE COVER NOW. Dustin’s heart started pounding.”MOM,There’s a tornado.” then he remembered his mom said she would be working late. Dustin grabbed his coat,and put on his shoes and went out the door. It was very windy,and the rain was deafening. He could barely see ten steps in front of him. It looked like the air was polluted. The streets were flooded with water as he could barely walk.Dustin managed to see the alley,he tried to walk to the alley but the water was weighing him down. It was like a river,Dustin tried to stand up but then the water surged and he was rushed downhill with

There was bright lightening. They looked up, frightened. Above them black furious clouds started to gather. They began to run. Then the thunder roared, and the rain came down in torrents. <<

On that little dirt road with only dead plants around me, I had run out of gas, which forced me to get out of the car. With no money to pay for more gas I had to push my car to the nearest place I could find a job. I passed a couple houses which I could help clean the dust or farm for 50 cents or so but I decided to keep moving forward. I pushed the car for a couple miles before it started to get dark. It was to early in the day to become dark, so I knew a dust storm was coming. I saw an abandoned shack a couple feet ahead, so I grabbed my luggage and ran to it. There was no hope for my car, I didn’t have enough time to push it somewhere safe or enough luggage to hold it down from the winds. About 20 minutes into the storm, I watched my car fly away with the dust.

The dust in the air is as dry as a dessert, The rich soil is almost completely destroyed. Nothing grows here anymore,It just dies. But the people here aren't giving up without a Fight. What ever they have to do to beat this time, To beat the dust,But then suddenly a storm hit, one bigger than all the others. It hit the house as we were trying to prepare, But we were too late. The brown dust blew through every hole or crack, It flooded the house in seconds. Ma was in the kitchen trying to breathe clean air, I was trying to block the windows so we can breathe freely again. Pa covered the 6 windows in the house in seconds, but it wasn’t enough. We had to sit the helpless until the storm Stopped. Ma was coughing out dust, just trying to survive.

I blacked out for a second . I had to think of a plan . I had to be prepared for this tornado. I know if it hits I would have to find a safe place to hide out . My cabin , that's where I need to go . It has an underground room . I had to get there as soon as possible . I need supplies . I packed bottles of water , food , extra clothes , blankets. I grabbed a backpack , stuffed it with everything I need . Since maylee was here in my house I have to make sure we both get safe to the cabin . Which in reality my cabin wasn't made of logs or wood . The cabin was 10 miles away and I already wasted 10 min . I had to get there in less than 10 min or else I would die and so would maylee . I opened the door of my car

Tiny droplets began to fall on the windshield. As we continued to drive through the drizzling rain, my sister tapped on my shoulder and exclaimed, "Look outside, there's lightning!" I quickly turned to the window only to hear a faint boom, I continue to stare out the window, to see a flicker of light. Suddenly the thumps on the car began to grow louder. Jetting through the wet road, shaking against the harsh winds, flashing thunder continuously abrupts the sky. Looking at the weather now, i noticed how the forecast shifted from a light drizzle to a downpour. Rain sliding down the window, window fogging with a covering mist, our vision begins to worsen. The feeling of fear, heart racing and shaking, begins to build up in the car and I could feel the hairs prickling on the back of my

A hurricane is a tropical storm that has winds of 74 miles per hour or

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger was an account of an immense storm and its destructive path through the North Atlantic. In late October of 1991, many a crew of several different fishing ships left their port for their final haul. Little did they know that they would soon cross paths with one of the greatest storms ever recorded. This particular storm would create huge swells, high winds, and hard rain. The system was said to be a “perfect storm” because all of the elements were just right to create the worst imaginable storm ever seen claimed some meteorologists. Such a storm left little room for rescue if one’s boat got into trouble. But there were those daring rescues from the Coast Guard during the

Weather has a way of making people feel a certain way, by affecting their mood. Bright and sunny weather tends to make people happier, while dull and dreary weather brings about less appealing emotions, such as grumpiness, sadness, or fear. Tornado weather, especially in tornado alley, is a source of emotion. For many people living in tornado alley, tornado season offers a mix of fear and excitement. However, for most, when the tornado is actually present, fear tends to take over and the excitement is lost. The tornado that occured on May 20th, 2013 was a great example of how a tornado can turn from exhilirating to terrifying.

Tornadoes are one of the deadliest and most unpredictable villains mankind will ever face. There is no rhyme or reason, no rhythm to it’s madness. Tornados are one of the most terrifying natural events that occur, destroying homes and ending lives every year. April 29th, 1995, a calm, muggy, spring night I may never forget. Jason, a buddy I grew up with, just agreed to travel across state with me so we could visit a friend in Lubbock. Jason and I were admiring the beautiful blue bonnets, which traveled for miles like little blue birds flying close to the ground. The warm breeze brushed across the tips of the blue bonnets and allowed them to dance under the perfectly clear blue sky. In the distance, however, we

A tornado is defined as a violently rotating column extending from a thunderstorm to the ground. The most violent tornadoes are capable of tremendous destruction with wind speeds of two hundred and fifty miles per hour or more. Damage paths can be more than one mile wide and fifty miles long. In an average year, eight hundred tornadoes are reported nationwide, resulting in eighty deaths and over one thousand five hundred injuries. In the body of my essay, I will tell you about types of tornadoes, where tornadoes come from, where and when tornadoes occur, the damage they inflict, variations of tornadoes, and how to detect tornadoes.

It’s cool and dark outside of the car as we drive, dark clouds hovering over the plains as fat, heavy drops of water fall from the full clouds. The lights of cars and streetlights and cars blur with the flow of water on the side windows, our speed not fast enough to force the drops to flow back along the windows. It’s not until we start on the highway and the water starts to move that I find my objects of interest in front of me in the form of the rain and the memories of my childhood that surface with them.