People enter and leave our lives, things change and the world continues to spin; the sun continues to rise. Every once and again we come across someone who can completely change our lives. One action, one smile, one word, one long kiss goodbye nearly anything can leave a lasting impression on all things to come. Standing in the rain, I can only vision the pale face that helped me see the brighter side of life. Colleen's reassuring smile ripples in every puddle of sweet September rain I set my eyes upon; her words of advice echo in the ocean with every sandcastle I build. .
All we had to keep our minds from slipping out of consciousness that calm summer morning was an occasional whistle dusting the maple leaves, maple leaves which shaded our strawberry noses. The decrescendo in every song the barn swallow sang led me to believe even he was intoxicated by the sweet summer stillness. Eyes closed, sun ripening our scraped knees, neither of us noticed the rain cloud tiptoeing overhead. I felt so content lying there on my back, tickled if you will. Tickled by the dry grass surrounding my neck, the soft breeze circling my naked toes, and Colleen's gentle breath drawing in and out, blending with silence. My body was drifting into a trance. A trance of wonder, a trance of security, a trance embracing memories, a trance interrupted by a clear liquid pouncing upon the bridge of my nose. The drop had already relaxed enough to follow the curves of my cheek to the ground before my eyelids sprang open in shock revealing my emotional blue eyes. "Did you feel that?" I asked Colleen. The flat tone in her voice as she lifted her shoulders from the ground suggested she had been drifting off from reality as well. "No," she replied. Her gaze followed my eyes to the heavens. There, floating in a crisp ocean of blue sky was a single cloud. .
A few more raindrops fell as we simply stared at one another, blank smiles plastered against our faces.
Travis decided that he is the rain and that he will wash away the scum "Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads, here is a man who would not take it any more! ... He had saved Iris, he lay there bleeding next to her. ...
In, "Purple Rain," Prince has issues as well. ... The only time he shows his true emotions is when he finds his sister (who also has a sexual dysfunctional issue) in the bathroom bleeding to death. In Purple Rain, Prince uses Apollonia and abuses her mentally and physically. ... In "Purple Rain," Prince and Apollonia eventually do become one. ... Prince in, "Purple Rain," is many things. ...
He knocks at the door bleeding and soaked with rain, the consumptive girl Therasa answers, and tells Frank to come in and she will clean up his cuts. ... When they finish Theresa is bleeding, and thinking she is cut, Frank pours iodine on her. ...
Shortly after downtown Hiroshima was put into flames, "black rain" fell from the sky onto small areas of the city. This black rain was the result of radiation contamination and was composed of dust and soot. Similar to the black rain, "fallout" was also created after the initial explosion. ... Other acute effects include internal bleeding, various infections, and even reproductive disorders. ...
tment they would do about four times a year was bleeding. ... Praise God, the bleeding of my arm has been entirely good for me. ... She writes to Balthasar on the 13 of September 1592, in Nuremberg, "For the last three days, praise God, we have had good weather; since your departure the weather had been constantly rainy Today at 6:00 it began again to rain. ... For example, continuous rain was associated with! ... When Magdalena writes to Balthasar about the rain, she is first thanked God for the beautiful weather and then when rain began to fall, she prayed to God that it would stop. ...
"Imagery' I ask you to believe that he has a heart that he very, very seldom reveals, and that there are deep wounds in it. My dear, I have seen it bleeding." Charles Dickens uses different stylistic techniques when he writes but the most effective technique is imagery. All the different use...
And the bleeding eyeballs gushed and stained his beard, no sluggish oozing drops but black rain and bloody hail poured down. (467) If Sophocles" Oedipus Rex was written with a woman as the main character, it would drastically change, so much change in this complex a play wouldn't help it. ...
The short story, "The Scarlet Ibis," by James Hurst, emphasizes the relationship between Doodle, an invalid since birth, and his older brother. Due to Doodle's physical impediment, his life has been a clash of determination and physical impossibilities. One day, Doodle and Brother observe a fallen s...
"Crunch, crunch, crunch," as I stepped into the snow, which froze due to the icy rain. The freezing rain made the tree branches glisten like glass and blurred the windows from being covered in ice. ... What if he's bleeding? ... His hair was wet and icy from the rain. ...