Descriptive Essay On The Unrest After A Storm

On the surface of the short story “The Storm” by McKnight Malmar, appears to be about a wife who comes back home on a stormy night to a murdered body. However, a feminist reading of this story reveals how women in society are breaking free and rising above the patriarchy. Malmar utilizes Ben, the envelope, dead body, red dress, and storm in this way to symbolize that the women’s in society days of being subordinate to men is coming to an end.

Soft moonlight lit the land and sea kindly, almost as if it were giving gentle kisses. It kissed the sea and the waves it formed, it kissed the drowsy ship which laid on said water, it kissed the sand the waves lapped at, it kissed the grassy cliff above the shore, and it kissed the girl who slept on said cliff.

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

Leading up to a hurricane will start feeling warm and moist, allowing the air to become warm an humid, also allowing latent heat to spread. the next need is low pressure disturbance, also know as a tropical wave, to rise and make strong thunderstorms.if hurricanes try to form to close to the equator, it will not be strong enough to gather its self and rotate.

Ahead the sky is starkly grey, cut by cold blue splotches where the clouds have separated. The brightness strains the eye despite the muted shades, and the rare slices of sun bring relief as the warmth offsets

In every society there are expectations placed on people to act certain ways and do certain things. “The Storm,” by Kate Chopin, sheds light on the negative consequences of societal expectations, social inequality, and intentionally contradicts common gender roles. The story is centered around the complex relationship between a Cajun woman and a Creole man. These two groups equate to the lower class and the middle/upper class respectively. The mixing of these two groups is frowned upon, and each group comes with different expectations. Kate Chopin uses these expectations and proves just how disastrous they can be. The antagonist in this story is the storm itself. The storm, in this case a threatening cyclone, represents everything that is problematic with implementing such strict expectations onto people. The concluding line seen above, is representative of the contradictions between the storm and these roles and expectations. Considering all that occurs between the characters during the storm, the notion that everyone ends up happy is contradictory to what people are told is expected of them. The driving force in all of this happiness is the mixing of the two groups, which is essentially a storm itself and would be condemned if anybody were to find out exactly what happened.

Due to an outburst of rain people were gathering in the little shops. I decided to sit on a bench located in the beach shelter. It amazed me as I looked around to see all the homeless and junkies under these shelters. Who thought that people that were born so ambitious could turn into being helpless? I turned away to notice the monster crashing waves. I waited a while for the rain to stop, but it never did so I decided to walk around. The beach shelter was not a very relaxing place, especially when it is surrounded by railings. While looking passed the railing I noticed a women walking out towards the beach. She carried a brown bag that looked like grocery bags. She began throwing flowers in the beach. Instead of walking with her back towards the ocean she walked with her back facing the shore. Alot of people were giggling and making jokes about the women. She was showing respect and loyalty from her country. It was ashamed to see people that were showing disrespect of the women. As the rain passed, I noticed the woman leave the beach and I couldn't stop thinking about the women throwing the flowers in the ocean. Feeling the leftover warmth of the mid afternoon, I let my skin absorb the skin rays that peaked out pass the dark clouds. The sounds of the ocean waves were pounding against the shore repressed all my worries. Then I decided to be adventurous, I started charging towards the waves with vigorous and utter excitement. With fear, I swam out further to where my feet couldn’t touch the sand on the bottom. By the feel of the waves that pulled me, I could tell the wave that was came my way was going to be huge. The wave pushed me further and faster as I could feel the wave breaking on my body. As I stepped out of the the deep water, I walked towards my belongings that were on the beach. It was getting late and the weather was becoming more chill so I decided to return

I don’t know if you know it already, but it’s rough out on the ocean. Especially when a tropical storm hits you out of nowhere. We were on our ship, doing our job, when this storm just appeared. There was no warning, so we had no time to prepare for it. Resulting in, the ship sinking and killing well over half of our crew, including our captain. So we had probably, four five rescue boats tied in a line filled with the surviving crew members. After the days, or weeks, the rest of our crew, besides us, died.

I sat up and stared at the horizon, cherishing the never-ending deep blue water touching the enormous orange ball in the far west.  As the sun was setting, I notice the tiny shadows of the seashells forming and the fast growing waves overcome each seashell with strong force.  When I looked up at the sky, I admired the transformation a fluffy clouds turning into light feather outlines and I watched the screaming seagulls fly across the ocean, in front of the gleaming sun.  The roaring of the waves smashing on the shore was like a warning that if we wanted to stay dry, we had to move away from the shore We did not leave the site of the beach until the purple, orange and yellow sunset hit the horizon.  I felt the warmth of the sun against my skin like a baby blanket straight out of the

I was sitting by a tide pool, watching the sun begin to slip beneath the ocean's horizon. Smooth waters, sparsely dotted by sailing boats, returning to their homes, the winds carried itself out to sea, bringing with it the reassuring scent of hearth fires. My short hair would blow into my eyes, and I would struggle to keep strands of deep brown from blocking my vision of the soft

Most of people believe that the only good sky is a blue sky, likes the azure lake, its peaceful, bright and secret. But I want to challenge the delusion, if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day, life would be dull. However, in lots of our opinions, the clouds are only the ornaments of the sky; they may make the sky more vivid. I believe that clouds are unjustly maligned. Different types of clouds bring to us various information, the clouds are not the dispensable ornaments, but the part of our life.

A tornado is 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 and even more. A tornado is formed when warm air shoots upward meeting colder, dryer air. Since warm air is lighter than cold air this makes a strong air current inside the thunderstorm. As the warm air rises it meets different air currents going at different directions. With the right speed the winds will start spinning like a top. And the storm will begin forming what is called a wall cloud. Inside the wall cloud the tornado begins forming. There are different kinds of tornadoes.

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past

The wind is hitting Captain Tory and Matthew as they enjoy with excitement at sea. The smell of the delicate salt smoothly went in the windy air. Sounds of beautiful ships went smoothly into their relaxed ears. Waves of ocean was slowly drifted towards while they were smelling the delicate salt going smoothly onto their precious nose. They found jagged pieces of rocks with a beautiful shape, the dad and son threw jaded rocks into the ocean. Carefully watching them perfectly skip against the salty ocean. The windy air slowly becoming cooler at any second, hitting their faces roughly with the windy air. They both looked at each other, with their faces turning blue as ice, they decided to walk back to the hot and beautiful beach.