The Raindrops

On a humid Georgia day, I stared down at my little feet and prepared myself for the news that could ruin my life. My parents said our new home would be in Seattle. My eyes welled with tears as my parent’s incessant words echoed in my head. I stumbled through the hallway and collapsed onto my bed in disrepair. I lay there frozen in horror, dreading the day that I must leave everything I know and love behind. I went to school the next day explaining to my friends my fate. I expected my friends to…

today… I had gotten into a fight with my older brother, My only caretaker. The rain had been falling down and the plump drops of water dripped onto the pavement bursting open and i just wanted to burst with anger. Just like a raindrop. So put on dress to be elegant like a raindrop when i broke free. I put on boots and a overcoat grabbed an umbrella and left. At first it felt okay to be away but then i started to feel strange. No food only these clothes. I couldn't just become one with the…

Have you ever read poetry that can inspire you in your everyday life? Poetry that discusses the deep truth about our world and the people who wander it? Well, there is some poetry that can give you a better understanding about life,ourselves, and how to handle situations that come across our path. Inspiring you and motivating you to do your best. This types of poetry can really give the reader a deep knowledge about how to challenge the unknowns. Guiding you on how to work on your up and down…

was raining. I leaned into the broad shoulders of my favorite armchair, and watched the raindrops race down the pane and onto the sill. My fingers absently traced the spine of The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien; the book was my father’s copy, illustrated. Opening the book, the pages unfurled like an eagle taking flight. Fantastic images flew by as I scanned the interior. I took a few more moments to watch the raindrops, and then I turned to the beginning chapter “An Unexpected Party”. Page one began,…

Ever here a bang and crash of thunder and lightning and run for shelter, ducking under doorways and diving into the nearest closest, while piling who-knows-what’s-in-there all on top of you? Or scurry under covers because of a gust of wind? Then you, my friend, may have astraphobia, or the fear of thunder and lightning. This informative article will also include the meaning and cause(s) of astraphobia, the effects and victims of astraphobia, and history of astraphobia. Though not generally…

Ashley Carrizales Ms.McCain English AP-IV April 5, 2013 When Life Gives you Time, Make it Last Life is a spontanoeus journey we all must travel on at one time or another that essentially takes our breath completely away. William Shakespere author of " Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore" demonstrates how life may be beautiful but fades away quickly. Edna St. Vincent Millay, author of “What My Lips Have Kissed, and Where and Why” presents how life itself may fade away but…

1. The song that I chose is "Cry Me A River" by Justin Timberlake. I chose this song in particular because it has been stuck in my head all week, and I know it like the back of my hand. "Cry Me A River" has two main mixing engineers: Jimmy Douglass and Timbaland. Both of these engineers are nationally renowned in the hip-hop, r&b, and pop scenes , and have been mixing and producing music since the early 80's. the song was mixed at Manhattan Center Studios in New York City. High…

the adolescent storm is displayed in the blue-black cloud, as it is looming over the boy, which creates the mood of urgency and unrest. In addition to the “blue-black cloud” the raindrops are also a metaphor for the boy’s fleeting childhood as they are described as marbles which are a children’s toy, and just as the raindrops are falling, so is his innocence. The first shift can be found when the narrator finally describes the first kiss and it is mentioned as an afterthought, “we leaned, then…

him to be addicted to drugs that haze his mind. Being addicted to drugs makes people hallucinate to see what others do not see like the narrator is able to “know every raindrop by its name” (Johnson 27). Just being able to name the raindrops might have been something that he cared for because others are not able to see the raindrops like him. But he does not know that everything that is happening now, already happen and seeing an alternate…

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