Story Titled 'Gnarly Wipeout Dude'

The bell goes and i start to walk home and the sky is getting darker and darker. I quicken my pace as the clouds start to gather in the sky. Puddles start appearing as the rainfall became heavier. The spray of the rain bounces off the roofs of cars, I can hear the odd car alarm and the murmuring of rain through my headphones. Anxiously, i hurry down the golf links road path desperate to get home before the rain soaks completely through my school

The chill of winter air had nudged her from her slumber. Gazing through the window upon the dreary horizon, the blur of gray told Hulga that rain was nearing. Nervously, she backed into the corner away from the window and curled up next to a pile of hay and settled in. Soon after repositioning herself, Hulga heard the consistent patter of rain on the roof of the barn. Her eyes watered as she wondered if her mother had been frantically searching for her.

“Mama, cover doors and windows. Everyone go to the bedroom, and put your masks on,” I directed, calmly. When I got to the bedroom, everyone was huddled around each other, with a white cloth on their face. Suddenly, the room became dark. You could hear the heavy breathing of everyone in the room, yet you couldn’t see anyone. The storm felt like it lasted for days, but only really lasted a few minutes. When I got back to the dining room table, I saw a letter on the table from the bank.

Up and over the mossy green hill, an abandoned red barn awaits to be investigated. The hill was steep and blanketed with a sheet of dew, making it a struggle to climb over. Each footing consisted of slips from a squeaky shoe. By the time I was on the other side of the hill, my toes were ice. Heavy breaths of fog left my chapped lips while my feet stumbled across the solid ground. The lone barn was farther than it seemed. I was getting tunnel vision, feeling the grey sky close in on me. Before I knew it, I was at the wooden barn. Time fast forwarded. Perhaps I fell unconscious and was swept and carried away by the frost-bitten breeze that slapped at my cheeks. The cold, unwelcoming invite the barn gave, caused me to shiver more than I already

Winds came and picked up speed, there came rain and hail and tunnels of air with the viscosity of mud; which swept up anything and everything in its path. A wind so immense even the farmers children could barely stand their ground. The day the storm hit, the children’s parents called

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.

Up to now, the sky had been scattered powder-puff clouds, but it was changing. The sky that looked like beautiful ribbons, all a different shade of blue was now beginning to look like a blanket of darkness. The storm clouds thickened and out of the blue a wave heavy rain poured in torrents. I was lucky enough to get the first splatter of rain on my sweater when I was about 3 steps away from the building my class was being held in. I ran into the building while the rain turned the sidewalks and roads into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. I can’t emphasis to you how relieved I felt missing the downpour of all the rain. Dark smoky clouds covered the sky, only letting a few streaks of sun slip past the barrier. The repetitious sound of raindrops striking against the windowpane blended in with the occasional thunder that roared every 20 seconds. Everything was bleak, gray, and gloomy the class atmosphere felt dispirited than it usually was during exam week. People walked with water trickling down behind them while they steadily strolled to their seat. The prof didn’t start right away knowing that students were going to need a little more time getting to class. The thunderstorm was now beginning to sound like gunshots to ones ear…the uneasy feeling was

The sun had long since receded pasted the hills and the moon, tried as it might, could not poke through the thick storm clouds. But that did not stop these men from congregating, not the powerful winds, the beating rain, nor the sky splitting lightening. Their cathedral was calling to them, the old run down barn in the middle of an abandoned field. From the barn just under the drumming rain, you could hear the stomping of feet. Just under the howling winds, an orchestra of screams, choruses of curses ring. And just under the crashing of thunder, the sounds of bone meeting flesh beats.

The sound of trickling rain, and the absence of conversation, permeated the air around us, as both Margaret and I remained stagnant in our positions of choice. My eyes took for Margaret before redirecting themselves along the line of sight that was occupied by hers; and it appeared as though the storm we were enduring was progressing north, and stemmed from the direction that lied behind the outskirts of our village. Rotating my body in surveillance of the sky’s coloration behind me, I took note of the impending clarity that would soon take place, as the colors that signified the sunset were meagerly seeping through the clouds. However, on the other hand, as I swiveled back to my original placement and scanned the skies to the north that rested

The balm and humid air held static electricity and a feeling of unexplainable dread. The heat and weather of the always unpredictable summer months in the small town bordering the Texas Gulf Coast were averaging between ninety-five and a hundred degrees. The location of the town allowed for many outdoor activities. Washers, beach swimming, horse shoes and barbeques are what helped gravitate the people of the community together for picnics, to socialize, and enjoy each other’s company. On this one particularly hot summer day the town seemed to be holding its breath, waiting on something to happen. The day was unusually quiet and still, a feeling of anticipation was in the air.

Starting the dark dreary walk back home, I barely sensed the harsh pounding of raindrops on my forlorn face. Thunder crackled ominously overhead, a tidal wave of mucky water covered the dusty streets. The world seemed to be crashing before my numb, tear-stricken eyes.

An electric shock runs through me, rain. I grab my notebook and rush out to my trusty front porch. Long gone is the smell of dirt. A new smell takes place, this calming smell of mud, minerals rising once more, awakening from their deep slumber that lasted through the dry spell also known as summer. I inhale deeply, excitement zips through my veins bringing my body to life. My leg starts to jump up and down speedily, my heartbeat picks up. A gigantic smile spreads across my face as my eyes stare out into the soft drizzle of the rain. Another shiver runs through me as the wind picks up gently once again. I look up to where the droplets seem to gently descend from. As I look up I see blue fighting with gray, nature not quite choosing which one would rule over the

As I sit on my covered deck listening to the rain pelt the deadening trees that surround me, I’m not surprised to find a smile forming on my lips. My charming two story house is tucked away on little old Cambridge Street, beautifully located on the outskirts of Cresco. The sun has set, making the sky as dark as the devil’s eyes. A sudden flash of light jolts me alert, the deep rumble of thunder roars to life seconds later matching the rhythm of my heart beat. The sweet, fresh, and powerfully evocative smell of rain is so soul capturing; it leaves you with nothing but pure freedom. As I stick my hand out from underneath the covered deck, I’m shocked to find the rain to be as cold as a penguin’s home. The heavenly sound of laughter coming from

Rain poured onto the poor girl. Her knees became wet and muddy, making it uncomfortable to stay in those clothes. The weather represented the girl's emotions; gloomy and morose. Pushing her long, dripping hair out of her face, she looked up to the sky. The sudden change of climate made Riley go back into the cozy indoors. Stepping towards

Sitting through the storm had been a grueling and nerve-racking night. The power was out, ultimately forcing me to focus on my surroundings. The shutters placed on the windows made the house feel dull and slightly eerie. The whistling of the wind sent shivers down my spine, and rose goosebumps along my arms and legs. I was unable to sleep from the music of the storm. The floor was freezing against my bare feet. The only warmth that entered my body was the blanket that had been draped across my shoulders.