Descriptive Essay On Thunder

Think about a piece of gum. Let’s say that you’re done chewing it, so you spit it out on the ground. It’s nothing. Then think about a billion people that do the same thing. Overtime, all those wads of gum suddenly get tossed out and end up in the ocean, and kill about every marine animal you can think of. All of a sudden, you think, and you realize that the one tossed away piece of gum is a big deal, and that it had a large impact on the world. In the short story “A Sound of Thunder” by Ray Bradbury, Eckels, a hunter, wants to go hunting, except in the past. He goes to Time Safari, Inc., a time travel company, and requests to hunt a dinosaur. He then goes to the past, accompanied by four hunters and confronts the dinosaur. After Eckels chickens out and a long struggle, the dinosaur is defeated. After they return to the present world, Eckels finds out he has killed a butterfly. He asks the official what happened and he then realizes that he has altered the course of history forever. The theme of “A Sound of Thunder” by Ray Bradbury is that if you’re not careful, small decisions can have very unpredictable outcomes. This can be proven by when Eckels went off of the Path, when Travis explains the rules of the Hunt, and when they reach present time and realize the drastic changes.

“We’re here to give you the severest thrill a real hunter ever asked for. Travelling you back sixty million years to bag the biggest game in all of Time”(Bradbury 224). The thought of travelling back in time just to shoot a prehistoric beast of the Past is just that; a thought. People now can’t even imagine what it would be like to look a ferocious dinosaur in the eyes, but it may happen one day in the Future. Ray Bradbury paints this picture for us in his incredible story about this unbelievable mystery with figurative language and personification. “A Sound of Thunder” follows a big game hunter, Mr. Eckels, through a Time Safari of the Future and how he completely changes the world around him by disregarding the dangers of Time Travel,

In the story “A Sound of Thunder” by Ray Bradbury, Eckels arrives at Time Safari, the first ever company to take people back in time. Eckels is told they will be going back in time to hunt a tyrannosaurus. Travis his guide and the other men get into the time machine with Eckels. Travis explains how critical all of the rules are and how one small change in the past can change the future drastically. They arrive and find their dinosaur, Eckels gets scared so he runs away falling off the path and killing a butterfly. Travis yells at Eckels and makes him clean up everything. Such as removing bullets from the dinosaur. They arrive in the future and find because of Eckels changing the past, the future has changed all for the worst. Travis is so angry he kills Eckels. In the book one lesson we can find is “One small change can make a big difference.”

Late Saturday afternoon, Clemmie Sue an elderly vivacious pig farmer sits on her front porch swing savoring the earthy aroma emanating from the farmer’s fields and woodlands after four days of intermittent summer rainstorms. In one hand, she holds a can of mosquitoes repellent and with the other fans herself with a folded newspaper. As she sat that talking to her plants, she happens to glance to the east and observed enormous thunderclouds slowly approaching Wrongberight.

Millions of years ago, hunting was a way of life, a way of survival. When cavemen killed an animal, they used every single piece of the animal and made certain to let none go to waste. In present day, hunting is viewed as a game. Many people hunt for the enjoyment that the adrenaline rush gives them. In this day and age, people can no longer hunt Saber-Tooth tigers, wooly mammoths, or dinosaurs, but what if there was a way to make that possible? A Sound of Thunder is a futuristic story of hunting prehistoric creatures. They could use a time machine to go back in time and hunt any animal they could dream of. The animals are carefully chosen before the hunt. If someone leaves minute traces of himself, the whole universe changes its course. A

The sky turned dark. The grey evening rain clouds hovered over my head, blocking the early summer’s sunlight. Cool wind blew over my face as a distant sound of thunder threatened a raging storm, but I was unfazed by God’s wrath and I made my first step out the door; drawstring bag slung over my back, umbrella at hand and marched forward assertively toward RM.

Last night at 8 p.m. there was a tremendous, drenching thunderstorm. It swept down from the west and it struck Toronto, the city on the shore of the lake, with unrelenting fury. The storm raged for more than an hour, damaging trees, flooding basements and driving pedestrians into doorways like small animals into burrows. As suddenly as it arrived, it was gone and a strange peace descended on the dripping, streaming streets. The full moon rose over the ragged clouds and the city

Every day people listen to meteorologists before making many decisions pertaining to their lives. In this case, Miss Minnie was no exception. Since she wanted to know if she would need protection from rain, she watched the local weatherman just a few hours before leaving. As a result, she chooses to leave without any. Therefore, she was devastated when she was sitting at the bus stop and it started to rain. Miss Minnie, like others, has watched weather reports become more advanced over the years and assumed that the radars would be able to indicate rain hourly. Therefore, when the weatherman said there was sunny skies with a slight chance of rain, she believed him and wore her best.

There were possible storms that could bring snow, sleet, rain, and lightning. So Beaux and Terry were happy

The sky was overcast. It appeared that this day would be just like any other day, but this notion was surely mistaken.

Hurricane? The news sure thought so, but it simply could not be true. How long had they looked at the weather to ensure a pleasant forecast for their little excursion? How many radio stations on the way down to the lake predicted clear skies and sun for the next few days at least? Where was this information when they arrived at the pleasant, 2 story log cabin with blue windows and a well-worn welcome mat with semblances of their smiling family of four; surrounded by towering pine trees and multicolor wild flowers, or as they bounded down the twenty seven stone steps to the faded white pier. Nevertheless, the wind didn 't seem to recall those precautions, or times of blissful ignorance. Derek 's parents were on the porch of the cabin, reclining and enjoying some lemonade and a book up until then. At the time, Derek had been far out on the lake, which was fairly substantial in area, teaching his little brother how to fish. Due to the suddenness and severity of the storm, they were caught unawares, and by the time they had collected themselves to begin paddling back, it was clearly too late.

We rode like the wind through town, crouched beneath a warm sun and clouds billowing in impossible vaulted bends and bows. By the time we reached the barn beside my house and skidded to a halt at the end of the driveway, it was midmorning, and the weather had radically changed. Overhead, heat lightning crackled. Thunder boomed. Then it started to rain, and within seconds, light sprinkles became fat, wet

Nothing bad could ever happen on such a beautiful day like today, or could it? It was a warm January day in small town Knoxville, Iowa. Usually the max temperature a day here reaches a bone chilling 33 degrees Fahrenheit, but on this particular day we got a sneak peak of spring with a temperature at 64 degrees with light showers throughout the day. These record-breaking temperatures had the ability to put a smile on anyone’s face, despite whether or not they cared for the rain. Now I always loved rain, the sound of it pitter-pattering down soothed me. The earthy smell of the wet ground wafted in from an open window in the classroom. I thought, “Today is perfect.”

The dark clouds churned and twisted. Water droplets and needle-like ice pellets bombarded down on me from above. The downpour made it impossible to see even a mere five feet in front of your face. I started to lose my footing on the slick, slippery grass.

It was another typical day in Washington as gray clouds drifted lazily across the blue sky, hiding the bright rays of the sun from view. A light shower sprinkled over Seattle and only increased as the clouds grew thicker and dense. Sixteen year old Jae Fault walked to school; Greenwood High.