Edgar Allan Poe's Leathery

The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

From my room,I had smelt and sensed that rain was about to  arrive and had scurried outside before the drops commenced.Sweet anticipation formed inside as I awaited the blissful raindrops to pelt me on my face and body.The wind rose higher and grew frighteningly violent,swirling throwing rocks and gravel into the air.The thin

It’s early in the morning and the sun is rising slowly in the distance.The shadows of the trees and the fallen leaves make it hard to see my path. The only things I hear is my breathing and my footsteps cracking leaves.The forest sounds dull now but in a few minutes, it will be filled with life. As I make my way to my hunting spot, a cool wind begins to blow. It smoothly touches my face and it makes the leaves dance above me. I start to hear the birds chirping, insects humming, and squirrels rustling in bushes. After ten minutes of walking, I finally arrive at my tree stand.

The sunlight seemed to fade and my eyes quickly became used to the dim light. A multitude of animal sounds pervaded my ears. Crickets, bats, owls. There was an abundance of creepy crawlies like spiders hanging from the branches. The only thing I could smell was dead savaged bodies and the decomposing of rotten leaves.

Lush red and orange leaves touched by morning dew fill the limbs of an old Oak tree, rustling as the wind slowly made her way by, teasing the edges of the leaves and tempting them to come with her. The weaker ones went, not realizing their fate, twirling in her presence, following as far as they could manage in the air, encased in feelings of happiness and freedom. Soon, however, the wind died down; causing the leaves to drop and crumble onto the ground. They couldn't express their feelings of remorse so they crumbled in on themselves, shutting out the wind. She came back at times, and some fell for it, the ones that hadn't learned their lesson, they followed her again. Each that did, were ripped to pieces. The tree, in the end, had been robbed.

A fierce shriek of the storm had been answered by a splitting crash over their heads, and ere they could leap aside, a mass of falling beech tree had thundered down on them. 3

An ocean of green and brown washes away the rain that trickles meticulously down through the rainforest canopy, with berating waves of leaves and ferns that protect the below world. And this world is a world like none you have ever seen before. As soon as you part the brush to enter the realm of massive vines and howler monkeys, you vision is constantly filled with emerald and you see beauty like never seen before. This wildlife rescue contained a small number of injured animals, but just being in the presence of a few of the Costa Rican wild beasts shredded any amount of doubt in one’s mind that this was paradise. Step into the center of the makeshift zoo, and you find that all the paths converge here. And just as all roads lead to Rome,

They stepped off of the bus, The branches of the tall trees rattled like bones in the wind. And now it was raining-a nasty, cold, stinging rain mixed with the wet leaves torn from the groaning trees.

Rain! Again! Torrential rain, which dumped so much moisture into the fetid air to be found under the jungle canopy that it felt as if we were drowning with every breath we took! Standing on our boat’s deck stark naked, and taking one of “god’s showers” in warm tropical rain was one thing, but squatting for dubious shelter under a broad leafed plant in the jungle, whilst being pissed on by the very same warm tropical rain, as it cascaded down in a Niagara Falls like torrent

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few

The downpour recounts an idiosyncratic phenomenon from his childhood that lingered a cherished occurrence on the writer’s mind; watching as the rain drenched earth and everything on it, then becoming shadowed by the vehement thunder to follow, impacted the writer tremendously as the result/damage of the aforementioned coerced an aesthetic appreciation towards this phenomenon. This heavy downpour embarked the unforgettable memories of playing outside in the heavy rain as he reminisced on the vast imagery of nature’s elements along with the striking sounds that followed. In this extract, the writer’s application of stylistic devices and emotive languages such as: his amplification of “The Downpour” in his description, energizing personifications,

As I sat on the damp earth of the woods and watched the first few raindrops of the day fall, a realization struck me- there is absolutely nothing I can do about the weather. I referenced the weather forecast and planned my outfit the night before; I wore a raincoat and plenty of layers. Nonetheless, I quickly found myself shivering. I could not add layers in the woods of course, so instead I focused on my surroundings to distract myself from the cold. I noticed that as the rain fell, the potomac continued to run. The leaves of the plants around me did not try to resist the rain, instead they dipped and gracefully returned to their proud stance with each raindrop, as though the plants were respectfully bowing to the flat white sky above. The forest floor embraced the rain with a quiet rhythm. The rain fell heavier, and with it the whole park seemed to come alive. It became difficult to open my eyes with the rain so I started to squint. Then, when I was comfortable enough, I closed my eyes completely and leaned into the smell of fresh earth and the sound of the rainy symphony.

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.