My “Yella” Umbrella When the day is rainy And gray as it can get, Take out your umbrella And you won't get wet. Why stay at home And get all depressed? Go out for a walk After getting yourself dressed. Outdoors there under The gray cloudy sky Are things that you wouldn't Notice when dry. The birds are still singing As happy as can be Way up very high In the tallest oak tree. The flowers are still blooming. They love the rain. They're saying, "Thank you,” To God once again. The people driving by May stare for a while; But just stare right back, And give them a smile! One thing I especially Noticed today While I was walking, "My clouds" went away. You may not believe this Or think that it’s funny Under my "yella" umbrella, The sky appears
Isaac’s Storm, by Erik Larson was a very fascinating book because it is difficult to say absolutely what the true subject of the book is. There are three key players in the book, first it is Isaac Cline a meteorologist for the U.S Weather Bureau, The U.S. Weather Bureau itself, and finally the storm of 1900. However, all three elements collaborate with one another in a significant way. The storm of 1900 is the main catalyst for one of the most devastating storms in the United States. However, the Weather Bureau and Isaac Cline both had an impact on the outcome of the catastrophic storm. The book generally focuses on the Galveston Hurricane of 1990, but more so the actions that Isaac Cline takes, or didn’t take rather. It was very tricky to
Monique and the Mango Rains describes a companionship that progresses between the writer, Kris Holloway, and a local health care worker or midwife in the Nampossela village, Mali, for the period of the writer’s Peace Corps assignment there, from 1989 to 1991.
“I just need a break in the clouds, a little rain.”- Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy
I chose the story of Schaquana Spears of Baton Rogue, Louisiana. She is the mother of six children who is now facing felony charges because of three of her sons breaking into the home of a neighbor. She disciplined her children for the crime by whipping them with a belt.
As though their adulterous tryst were timed with the weather, their forbidden lust filled afternoon was over just as the storm was moving on. Although basking in the after-glow, neither dared to sleep. “The rain was over; and the sun was turning the glistening green world into a palace of gems.” Their passion was as fierce as the crashing torrents of the rain outside and then the after-glow from both being mutually satiated was like the sun coming back out.
The Shawl, 1985, by David Mamet, deals with issues of truth and money in the middle class. Mamet presents a case of a woman and two men who deceive her. Already in the first act, John, the initiator of the con act, articulates the conflict between belief and truth as he tells the woman she has a small scar on her left knee, which she must look at in order to realize it exists, since it is the first time she hears of it from a stranger and convinced she does not have it. John locates truth above belief, because truth clarifies all doubts and makes life coherent.
The Red Umbrella by Christina Diaz Gonzalez and “Band-Aid for 800 Children” by Eli Sastow both show the subject of immigration and deportation and how its a problem. In the excerpts the authors used very different techniques and similar techniques to portray a common subject and to show how they feel about this subject
For nearly ten years, Miami has not seen hurricane landfall. This fact may be troubling to those who are inclined to believe, whether through superstition or scientific knowledge, that one is bound to occur anytime now It may be pleasing news for those who have not had to suffer the destruction of these weather-beasts in ten years. Nostalgia, however, is my overwhelming reaction to the topic of hurricanes. I am taken back to candle-lit evenings tinged a mixture two parts electric fear one part mystic coziness.
To show the readers what I experienced, I tried my best to select the words that best fit my mood set by the statement of meaning. In my pleasant explanation, I discuss the raindrops as silver liquid drops. These words show the raindrops as beautiful and positive. On the other hand, in the negative description, the raindrops are hazardous as they thrash the tender leaves of the trees. This description emphasizes on raindrop can be catastrophic as well. I also describe the cloud in both paragraphs. The clouds are fleecy in the first paragraphs giving positive effect while they are gray and gloomy in the next paragraphs as a negative
As the first rays of the sun peak over the horizon, penetrating the dark, soft light illuminates the mist rising up from the ground, forming an eerie, almost surreal landscape. The ground sparkles, wet with dew, and while walking from the truck to the barn, my riding boots soak it in. The crickets still chirp, only slower now. They know that daytime fast approaches. Sounds, the soft rustling of hooves, a snort, and from far down the aisle a sharp whinny that begs for breakfast, inform me that the crickets are not the only ones preparing for the day.
“While natural disasters capture headlines and national attention short-term, the work of recovery and rebuilding is long-term,” (Sylvia B). Thomas Hobbes, an English Philosopher, believed people were naturally cruel, greedy, and selfish. However, in recent studies, researchers are saying otherwise. With natural disasters parading in our country and destroying our land, one would believe we would have lost hope and threw our hands in the air with a white flag. What does not get mentioned in the headlines of newspapers is that there is hope for the future, but it starts with us as citizens.
Looking back, I remember running through the long lush grass pretending we were at battle andtrying to take cover. I would always find myself behind the old oak tree in our back yard. This was my favorite spot. The thick trunk, like a bodyguard, protected me from the imaginary bullets that flew towards my body. I would lean against the hard bark and for some reason it was comforting to have something sturdy to lean on. It was dark brown, and every now and then a spider would nestle between the pieces of bark. Sometimes I would touch the tree to peek around the corner and my fingers would be sticky. I could never quite figure out why that was, but, nevertheless, I had the hardest time getting it off, a constant reminder of my tree.
The short story “The White Umbrella” tells about a girl that is embarrassed about the fact that her mother works, but wants to live a more wealthy life. This girl very much wants to be like american girls. The theme of the story is, Be grateful for what you have. The author conveys the theme of the story by the characters actions , The title of the story, and the plot of the story.
When going for a walk, a person takes in the beauty around them. On this particular day, the refulgent sun is extra bright, making the sky a perfect blue. White, puffy clouds fill the sky, slowly moving at their own pace. The wind is peacefully calm, making the trees stand tall and proud. There is no humidity in the air.
Cyclone Tracy was category 3 hurricane and category 4 tropical cyclone that affected the city of Darwin on Christmas Eve to Christmas Day,1974 . Cyclone Tracy started of as a tropical depression in the Arafura sea. Tracy continued to develop into not only small but extremely intense tropical storm which later developed into a powerful cyclone (see figure 1.1).The hazard developed by two opposing winds meeting and developing a swirl over the tropical oceans. There was low pressure area that had developed in the middle of the swirl where the warm air is forced up (see figure 1.2). Due to this it caused a provision of energy for a Cyclone to form. To start a tropical cyclone the sea surface temperature generally needs to be above 26.5°C which