What Makes A Parade Day Failure?

The day was dark. I could feel a storm approaching. The gentle sunlight glistening through the clouds, now covered by a heavy mist. Drop. Drop. Drop. The coldness of the water tinged my face. And the earth shook, as a large boom erupted from the sky followed by a light crackle. By now, I was soaked, like that night. I continued walking through the deserted streets when a large flash erupted from the sky. Oh, great lightning, today was getting better and better. A woman and her young child was running towards their car to seek shelter. The walk was a long and dreadful one, I found myself looking at the place I left 15 years ago. The house was still dark and foreboding as ever, the shutters hanging off its hinges and the roof in a state of disrepair.

My eyes open. A crisp, cold wind blows through my my window and hits my face.The whistle of the fall air flows through one ear and out the other. It was quiet. The sound of nothingness was fiercely stopped by the blaring on my alarm clock. October 13, 2015, at 9:30 AM, I roll over and hit my alarm clock, The repetitive sound disappears. I throw my sheets to the side and step onto the cold wooden floor. I grab a pair of

Soon the moonlight illuminated the scenery. As I was standing on the balcony admiring the scenery something finally went wrong, a huge black cloud covered the moon. I soon heard the thunder. It seemed to be nothing to worry about, so I didn’t acknowledge it. A few hours later the thunder grew louder and I could see the flashes of lightning headed our way. I went inside to inform my parents of the weather, but they didn’t seem to worry about it much until the cloud was almost over the lodge. My family and I left the reception alone while everyone else stayed in cover; they were the smart ones I thought.

Over the past years, technological advancements have made people think that they can manipulate everything. However, no matter what they do, does mother nature still over power them? In the novel Tangerine, the residents of Tangerine County get affected by natural causes no matter the efforts to resist them. Edward Bloor uses the motif of nature’s power to shows that even though men think they can overpower nature, it actually overpowers them.

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

The thunder clapped against the sky, sounding like thousands of galloping horses. There was no sign of human life except for the truck and luxury horse trailer that zoomed by. Hard rain hit the trailer, making loud thuds against it's rusted metal. A young teenager with brown curly hair, freckles, and blue eyes sat in the back seat of the red truck. The girl glanced at the camper/trailer behind them and sighed.

Evening had arrived and everything had been packed away ready for its next use. It had also brought the grim warning of a storm. The sky was brimming with a dark shade of grey and black, making the mood eerily mysterious. A storm was brewing; it was about to blow, just like a volcano about to erupt. Then, “Boom!”. A lightning strike crackled across the sky, one after another. After three lightning strikes a downpour of rain fell from the sky.

It had been raining intermittently for the past four days and by late Saturday afternoon, another storm was approaching the rural southern town of Wrongberight. Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived in the town and had a simple philosophy concerning weather. As long as she was six feet above ground instead of six feet below, she did not care what it was. Today as she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, she is preoccupied with what she hopes to accomplish this evening. Absorbed in though she pulls out of her driveway and heads south on Flat Bottom Road along the edge the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated home of her dearest friend Estelle

I was a fine morning when a siren went off in the town of Little Rocks, Arkansas. The people didn’t have a clue what was happening until bulletin papers stated falling from the sky in such graceful manner. The dispassionate community didn’t care if there was bulletin papers flying through the city. They didn’t get influenced that easily by the emotions of the paper. The mayor had thrown thousands of papers out saying to have a garage sale for cancer victims.

Gray, nimbostratus clouds blanketed the L.A. skyline, the promise of rain becoming more of a threat with each passing hour. However, the bleak, November day suited Tom’s pensive mood, the impending storm mirroring the tumultuous thoughts brewing within his mind. After countless cups of coffee and only three hours’ sleep, he was on edge, caught in a web of his own making. He wandered in aimless circles around the living room floor, his pinched face showing clear signs of agitation, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. For the tenth time in less than five minutes, he glanced at the clock, unsure if he wanted his visitor to arrive or not. But despite his apprehension, he knew he needed to face his demons, and a gloomy

I yearn for site as I move at high speeds, as dusty brown particles fly in from the north, in gushing speeds, ready to engulf anything, and anyone, on the familiar asphalt road right below me. The few minutes that felt like hours passes, as I leave behind the dust storm and drive into false hope. I drive into the peaking rays of light ahead, straight into rain pouring down faster than my car all around me. I don’t know if I was more worried for my panicking roommate’s cat next to me, or my torn right windshield wiper. Before I could think of any worse case scenarios, I see the rain storm in my rear-view windows and bright sunny blue skies right ahead of me. This crazy weather occurs during monsoon season in Arizona, it is one of the most interesting,

By Saturday afternoon, the eighty-seven residents in the rural southern town of Wrongberight have borne the wrath of four days of intensive intermittent rainstorms. Yet another storm approaches the town from the northeast, augmenting their woes. One of the locals, Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived here and has a homespun philosophy concerning weather – ‘weather will be weather and it will not prevent her from doing as she damn pleases’. Therefore, around four on this particular Saturday, as ominous clouds lace the sky and soaring Pines bend to the rhythm of gusting wind, she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, and gradually eases out of her driveway. Cautiously, she turns onto Flat Bottom Road and follows it south

and gets out of the car. The yard is wet and muddy and she notices

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.

It was just a normal day so far, I had done my normal monotonous routine: wake up excruciatingly early, get dressed, go to Clear Creek, have classes, get the homework, board the bus and just get home. Along my journey to the bus I was having a discussion with a friend about how much homework, I had as a 5th-grader in the first few months of my 5th grade career. Not at all paying any attention to the ominous feeling I had in my stomach. Today was different somehow. Something was off. Once I started heading home everything changed. When I first heard the thundering boom in my ears, I knew something was wrong.