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. Meanwhile, I pan the area taking in all the catastrophe in the small town of Cheshire Village. The people were running around to and fro, minding their own business. I just sat there, not caring that the water is soaking me. I just watch the rain drip down on me. Drip Drop, Drip Drop. Even the sound captivates my attention from the very start. When it hits the ground the sound of a splatter follows after it. This type of weather just compelled me as such a horribly small, ghostly, cloud could do this much damage. I stick out my tongue, catching drop after drop. The sweet tasting drop immediately reminded of when I was younger. The people in the village …show more content…
I have already hit my head three times on any surface whatsoever, I woke up late, and I also forgot to do my homework. Yep, and it's already seven in the morning and I have to leave for school sometime soon. The good thing about today was that one of my parents made pancakes. I sit down on the oak wood table where there were steaming hot pancakes in the shiny white plate that is in front of me. My mouth starts watering as I smother loads of butter and syrup on the pancakes. The sweet smell surrounded me. I might be overreacting but hey, it pancakes. I'm on my second pancake as my brother comes down the creaky old stairs. Once my brother sees me chomping down my pancakes like a pig, he rolls his eyes. This is not unusual on my part. I laugh at him right as I put a piece of pancake in my mouth and my brother was right in front of me. That didn't end well at all. If looks could kill I would be dead. I can't believe he is this mad about pancakes all over his shirt. I mean it's
My first view of the river makes me breathless. Shallow water washes over the road’s cement pavement. Men, women, and kids break the river’s flow; some sit in fold-up chairs and read a book, but most
Today I have to wake up at 3:30 am in order to be at the factory by 4am. Then I found out that my mother had a cold over night and I have to look after her and do all the washing, cooking and cleaning. By the time I got to the factory it was 4:30. And when Mr. Bob sa...
The Village is an 2004 film written, produced and directed by M. Night Shyamalan. The movie is filled with twists and turns. The movie begins at a small, isolated 19th century village in Pennsylvania. The residents of the village live in fear of nameless creatures surrounding woods and have constructed a large barrier of oil lanterns and watch towers that are constantly manned to keep watch.
The movie “The Village” was written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan and released July 26, 2004. The movie is about a group of friends who experience a tragic death of someone who was close to them all. They moved deep into the woods and started a whole new life with their kids. They made up a myth about creatures on the outside of their village to keep everyone in and also away from the town near bye. The movie maker of the film used conflict, imagery, sound, and symbolism to give their audience a true feeling and to keep their audience engaged.
I peered around through the rain, desperately searching for some shelter, I was drowning out here. The trouble was, I wasn’t in the best part of town, and in fact it was more than a little dodgy. I know this is my home turf but even I had to be careful. At least I seemed to be the only one out here on such an awful night. The rain was so powerfully loud I couldn’t hear should anyone try and creep up on me. I also couldn’t see very far with the rain so heavy and of course there were no street lights, they’d been broken long ago. The one place I knew I could safely enter was the church, so I dashed.
being supplied by the villager’s lack of knowledge about the real causes of the so-called
The Village set in 1987 about a small utopian community nestled in a valley cloaked by dark forests. Isolated from the world, the villagers are taught of the threat of the woods, never enter in fear of the “those we don’t speak of” (IMDb). Life within the borders looks picture-perfect and all is justifiable with this jovial community, save the fearful reminder of what lies within the woods. The peaceful village within Covington Woods in rural Pennsylvania, is led by a group of elders including Edward Walker (William Hurt), Alice Hunt (Sigourney Weaver) and August Nicholson (Brendan Gleeson) to name a few.
Once upon a time high above the earth, fluffy white clouds drifted through the atmosphere. In the clouds lived a family Droplet of water, round and content with life. For as long as I could remember, I spent my days lying on my back, relaxing and soaking up the sun's warm rays. One day, I took my usual place in the sun but the light didn't seem to be as bright. In fact, as the day went on, it grew darker and darker, loud claps of thunder shook the cloud, and the Droplet felt as if he were getting so heavy he could hardly move. This is called precipitation.
Starting from little rain drops, the storm began to show its true colors
Chapter 1 Elemebiri 1963 It was dark the whole village was in darkness, there was no power supply in the village, it was rural and cut off from civilization, yet it was peaceful idyllic green beautiful, the village stood behind the open river null, fresh air breeze blowing in the warm night, the villagers are a happy bunch who were always looking for different ways to entertain themselves in this beautiful settings, the villagers enjoyed living here so much that they would not give up the village life for the city. The huts were built with muds and straw, in each hut everybody had their lanterns burning at night, the villagers sit around in circles in a group with a bonfire lit, from where they were sitting and listen to folk tale stories, the old men sit on long benches made out of oak tree, and the young men sit on mats on the ground, They usually laugh and shriek from this stories which they find very funny and hilarious, When this is not happening then there is a village meeting taking place where they discuss new yam festivals and other affairs concerning the village.
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.
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...
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
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.