We stood imperially on the summit of this wondrous peak. We had
conquered the mighty North face of the Eiger, the most treacherous
ascent in the Alps. Daniel Anker and I sat astonished on the summit
grinning insanely at each other, unable to fathom words to describe
our exultation.
We watched the sky in awe as clouds rolled by. Just then, Daniel, who
was naturally anxious about practically everything, spotted a group of
storm clouds approaching menacingly towards our position.
"Stop being so worried, its just some minor storm clouds, they'll
pass," I said trying to comfort him. He was a fantastic climber and
companion, but easily traumatised. The clouds did look slightly
perilous, and my slight trepidation bubbled to my usually ice cold
exterior.
"You look kind of scared" Daniel replied.
I ignored him. I felt a tension that hung in the atmosphere. There was
a fizzing, crackling feel in the air around us as we pulled on the
hemp ropes and our jackets rustled in the electric atmosphere. I
looked deep into Daniel's eyes. He was horrified at the helplessness
of our situation. We were at the mercy of nature. My worst fears had
been realised. A storm was upon us.
Just then there was a colossal explosion of thunder. We stared in mute
amazement as ostentatious lightning, the colour of burnished gold,
burst in white-bright flashes flaming against the crenellated ridge.
Thunder, colliding in sheets of monstrous sound, rattled the air and
practically deafened us. We just sat, timorous almost to the point of
death. The wind rose to a shrieking, venomous pitch in its furious
battle with mountain. The air stank of scorched stone ...
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our feet as we winced and slipped on the sliver-thin shards of raw
glass. Boulders blasted skywards by bolts of flame tumbled against the
searing light. The crashing roar of thunder, pounded relentlessly
against our ear drums and the smell of scorched rock flooded our
noses. It seemed the tempest would never end and we sat huddled for
almost an age.
Suddenly, everything went dead. The storm passes into the horizon
bickering and snapping angrily. It seemed the storm was livid at not
defeating us. A tranquil rain fell about us. The storm was over. The
setting sun painted the emptied clouds with glowing pastels. The
beauty of this site enthralled us. Against all the odds, we had
conquered this amazing piece of nature's handiwork. Daniel and I had
broken all our physical and mental barriers, and beaten the Eiger.
Imagine the horrors that accompany a great hurricane. Visualize the wind, rain, and waves. Hear the piercing screams through crashing waves, crushing buildings, and trees falling. Picture the great devastation. The Galveston Hurricane of 1900 was caused by abdominal weather conditions, and led to great destruction. Many lives were lost, and colossal rebuilding of the city had to take place. New city laws and plans were adopted from the hurricane.
The thunder is now distant and passing away. The storm outside turns into soft, lighter rain, symbolic of the storm ending.
he started to tell me, and I felt as if asking why he caused the storm
Kate Chopin wrote the short story “The Storm” one of her most bold stories and did not even intention to publish it (Cutter 191). The two main characters in the story are Calixta and Alcee. They both used to be attracted to one another in previous years, but now they are both married to someone else. After Alcee arrives to Calixta’s house looking for shelter they are driven into a passionate moment. In the story “The Storm” the storm has a significant meaning; without it the affair of Calixta and Alcee performed would not have been as powerful as it was between them. “The Storm” has a great deal of symbolism throughout the story: the clouds, the use of color white, the storm relative to the affair, the after effects of the affair, Calixta, Bibi the son, and the husband Bobinot.
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During this short voyage I saw the lightnings playing on the summit of Mount Blanc in the most beautiful figures. The storm appeared to approach rapidly; and, on landing, I ascended a low hill, that I might observe its progress. It advanced; the heavens were clouded, and I soon felt the rain coming slowly in large drops, but its violence quickly increased. (49)
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As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
Tranquility fills the dull atmosphere. Not knowing how much water the clouds contain before the downpour starts, we innocently set ourselves up for an endless journey; a journey to find the purpose in life. A droplet of rain trickles down onto the top of your head, following a shower of many more droplets. Lightning flashes and booms of thunder take over the sky. Many are hesitant of whether to continue their journey or hide from this storm; an umbrella can only give so much protection against the rapid winds and stinging raindrops. Many describe thunderstorms in a frightening way, but the strong willed individuals who embrace the storm think with positivity - rain is changing the environment and bringing life to the world. Once the rain subsides, the atmosphere, exhausted and worn out, settles down back into the calm tranquil environment that it once was. The sky, once filled with dark and murky clouds, is filled with blue. One may either face the challenge they have been approached with to move on, or decline and stay caught in a storm. An individual’s view of the world has immense power of whether one’s obstacles will result in failure or achievement. It is the mentality that we approach life’s challenges that determine the positive or negative outcomes in our lives.
It was simply amazing hiking out there, the mountains covered in tall trees that dug into the rocky soil, the beautiful sky, when visible. Even in the midst of strenuous exercise I still en...
We continued down the infinitely long interstate towards our destination. Thunder clouds continued to rumble in, like an ocean tide rolling closer and closer to the beach front. Within minutes the entire landscape was calm and dark. It looked like a total eclipse of the sun, and the once ...
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“The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky – seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.” (96)
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.