Little rain

the ground, Junho.” Junho’s eyes unlocked, his vision flooded with the cotton clouds and baby blue sky. The lively looking grass unfolded as Junho hustled to his rowdy coach. The day was too perfect. Preparing himself to run off with much confidence, rain broke out, abruptly stopping him as he made his first step to sprint. Junho took his eyes off the finish line and fixed his stare upon the upsetting clouds. Keeping his stare upon the gray clouds, he tilted

and very hard. Flash of lightning hit in front of my eyes, “striikkk”. Then all of a sudden….... One day before my birthday there was a huge storm in indianapolis, that day their was lots of rain, and thunder. All you could hear were the claps of rain hitting the ground with shatters of “boom”. As the rain continued my mom told me to get ready because she wanted to get everything ready for my party, so I went to my room and put my jacket and shoes on. As I patiently waited in the living room, I

of the story, the way the characters felt, and gave us a clue to what we could predict would happen later in the story. The rain was symbolizing a depressing mood and sometimes even a prediction of death. For example, in the story, Catherine would always imagine herself dead in the rain. Later in the story, she had passed away after giving birth to her son due to … in the rain. Fredrick lost Catherine and his son and this was no coincidence that it was raining. In the beginning of the story, Hemingway

Going over sextuple the budget, singin’ in the rain has stood the test of time to be the best musical of all time (IMDb). It contains notable songs that we still use today like Good Morning. The reason why I picked the film for my scene analysis is because it was the first musical I actually enjoyed. I also picked it because it was the latest film I watched and it is still fresh in my mind. The only part that I did not like or did not get was the broadway musical part. It seemed like it was a time

Bradbury’s short story “There Will Come Soft Rains”, he purveys speculation that technology is the cause of downfall in society and that nature will outlast man’s creation. August 4, 2026, in Allendale, California, everything is made easy for the family who occupy a technologically advanced home that caters to their every need. Every morning breakfast is made, the date is announced, information is given on friends and bills that need to be paid. Little mice clean and do the chores around the house

mass of liquid, usually water, which is formed on a surface. It can be formed by dips or imperfections on the surface. Puddles are usually formed from rain water although technically it can be any liquid (e.g. oil puddles). They can be made naturally or by humans; purposely / accidently. They affect everything in its path even if it just a little bit although they can have larger effects like droning people and animals or sinking cars and vans. This can cause lots of problems as they might need their

constantly moving from one place to the other and from one state to the other and this process is known as the water cycle. As water evaporates, vapors rise and condense into clouds. The clouds move over the land, and precipitation falls in the form of rain, ice or snow. The water fills streams and rivers, and eventually flows back into the oceans where evaporation starts the process anew. Although water continuously changes states, from solid to liquid to gas, the amount of water on Earth remains constant

Escape From Reality “Is it possible to get stuck on this island?” my Mom asked our tour guide with a worried tone while disembarking a ship which took us to a peaceful, isolated, and small island in the Faroe Islands. This tiny, microscopic island, that is even hard to spot on a globe, lies between Iceland and Norway. During our summer vacation, we were planning to get a look at the ancient village with a population of exactly 11 people, and most importantly, the magnificent puffins. Since this is

hidden sun. It rained. It had been raining for seven years; thousands upon thousands of days compounded and filled from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands. A thousand forests had been crushed under the rain and grown up a thousand times to be crushed again. And this was the way life was forever on the planet Venus, and this was the schoolroom of the

the pot so as to not dilute the beans’ perfection. Multiple drops. A little frustrated, I hovered over the pot. The drops began to fall harder. It didn’t stop. A wave of suppressed panic arose in everyone’s faces. “Was it supposed to rain?” asked Eli. Yes. It was supposed to rain. In fact, this time of year, April, was the time of year that precipitation was most likely (“Climate Siloam Springs – Arkansas” 1). The rain picked up even further. “Everyone get inside!” yelled Jack. Everyone knew