It was Monday night and I was driving home from University of Carlow. It was raining very quiet and calm at the time I started to pull away. Once I reached Route 51, by the Salvation Army, the rain started coming down. I could hear the rain fall outside on the car, it’s loud, heavy drops smacking the hood and top of car. It was like someone was taking a hammer and pounding away at my car. At this point it was very hard to focus on the road to drive. I held on to the steering wheel really tight and leaned forward to see the road better. The wipers were going full force, and as soon as I got them clear another vehicle would come beside me and spray water off the road onto my car. This mad me hydro plane a few time and I was going slow. My heart was very loud. It was like I could hear my heart beating 50 times faster than usually. I also hard radio on but couldn’t hear it because the rain drowned out all other sounds I would normally listen for on the way home. …show more content…
It’s a different story when I have to drive in the situation. I notice that I am scared to drive this past year in the rain. I never had this fear before with driving. Tonight, I notice the way I was very caution and was driving like 30 miles per hour. At about half way home, I put my window down a little bit because I was getting tired. Once I did this, a cold wet drop fell on my arm. Once it hit me it came me a chill and I couldn’t get warm. They the wind shifted and I got a lot of rain entering into my car and had to put the window up. The smell of rain was sweet and like clean fragrance smell. I took a deep breath and I could feel the cold air entering my body. The rain falls heavily, straight down and created a blur in the road. A sound of cars splashing water everywhere, horns beeping, and the pinging of the loud rain off things. This made it an excessive task to focus on the
rainstorm, and was positive one was coming. The wind started to howl, so strong that it
clouds were gray, the roads were slick due to a recent rainfall and there was
Halfway up it was beginning to look doubtful, the wind was picking up and everyone was getting out rain gear to prepare for the storm. I voiced my doubts to Phil and he said we might as well keep going until the lighting got too close. So we did. The thunder grew in volume and the echoes magnified the noise to a dull roar sometimes. Then suddenly it began to ebb. The wind died down and lightening came less frequently. I exchanged relieved looks with Phil after a bit, but kept the pace up--I didn’t want to take chances. Eventually it hit us, but by then it was nothing more then a heavy rain. We kept moving, if slower, and made it over the ridge with no other problems. That night I enjoyed the meal a little more and slept a little deeper realizing how much is important that easily goes unnoticed until something threatens to take it away.
the rain was pelting down on my head. My car had just broken down in
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
I missed a day of school yesterday for my driving test. And holy hell, was yesterday exhausting. It really was, and it I’ve never ever experienced such a hectic day. I had a headache after everything happened. But let me tell you more about it.
I, on the other hand, felt content when I awoke to the sounds of "drip, drop, drip, drop" on my window pane. I looked out the sliding glass door and watched large drops of rain pour down the plastic Little Tikes slide on the back patio. Each drop appeared to be racing toward the bottom before the others. I loved watching the "drip races." My siblings and I used to bet on the drips. My mind was revisiting my childhood. The rain always does that to me. Nostalgia, my favorite emotion.
The clouds were dull and grey and the light pitter patter of the rain could just be heard above everyone’s voices. My head was still spinning, not knowing wher...
Drip Drop Drip Drop Drip. The thunderstorms sound surrounded me as I trek across the street. The rain is dropping down from the old houses and restaurants. The couple bystanders were running across the street to find somewhere to shelter themselves. It smelt like fresh dew and like a rainforest outside.
Stepping outside, I instantly notice the fresh, wet scent of earth. As I continue walking, I willingly allow the sprinkling droplets to envelop my entire body. My shoes are soon soaked; with each step I take, I feel a puddle of water move beneath my feet. The rain hurls itself violently on the dark, slippery pavement. My hair is dripping with ice-cold raindrops which plummet to the earth with every movement I make. The numbing effect of the icy downpour is finally setting in. Fierce thunder clouds sneak into the murderous sky and flashing lightning strikes begin. The rain falls faster and heavier. My feet move quickly as I run down the road. I rush into my house and proceed to stare out the window and observe the vicious storm that is only beginning. The weather has the uncanny ability to promptly change a mood. Rain holds several emotions that could be considered polar opposites; they range from cleansing to depression, love to anger, and life to death.
It was about 8 o'clock in the evening, it was been raining for a very
I can clearly remember being in the car on a humid day with a little overcast. We were driving in the car when all of a sudden the wind started to pick up and it started raining a bit. Within five minutes, the weather progressed and there was so much wind blowing around the car that we could no longer hear the radio. I can remember when I saw a stop sign spinning in circles like a “merry-go-round'; with electrical problems. I do not remember how my mother got us home so quickly and where we were because all around us was a thick gray fog. However, all I can recall from that point on was sitting with my head in my lap in the back seat of the car. I never witnessed the true power of nature until this incident.
It was warm that day, but as the sun began to set it began to cool off. This led to a storm coming right at us. From our perspective, we were able to watch the storm form and start to come over us. It was amazing to have the colors of the sunset mixed with the clouds forming across the sky. Eventually, the storm reached us. We could see the rain starting to come down, soon reaching the edge of the lake. As it worked its way across the water, it looked as if a wall was coming at you finally just soaking you with the full force of the rain storm. There was another storm that occurred on the same trip, but this one came out of no where. We were outside in an open area playing badminton in our swim trunks. Then all of a sudden it started raining, but we continued playing anyway. Soon though, it started to hail, starting with just tiny pebbles eventually getting to be marble sized at its largest. This was by no means a dangerous hail storm, but it made me think about the formation of hail. This hail, started in the clouds as a water drop, then began to circulate through the cloud. Eventually it reached a specific size where the cloud could no longer hold onto it and it fell all the way down to the earth plopping down harmlessly on the ground. It truly is amazing how all these things happen
Suddenly, I snapped awake. It really was the day of my party, and it really was pouring down rain outside. I trudged out of my room and had breakfast, all the while staring gloomily at the storm raging outside.
I knew that i was going to get in trouble, but since i liked the rain i didn't see anything wrong with getting a little bit drenched in water outside. I would run through the cold drops of water that fell on my head. I would sit outside and stare into the mysteriously grey clouds as i jumped every time the sound of thunder would enter my ears. Running inside the house when i heard the sound of my dad's car door slam shut. I was hoping that if i changed quickly enough into some warm comfy pajamas that i wasn't going to get caught, but i realized that i was wrong when i heard the yelling of my mom and dad in the kitchen.