Thursday, April 02, 2009
A Rainy Day Story (Choose a Suitable Design)
Working from today's handout write a rainy day story. Use all the techniques you know: simile, dialogue, characterization . . . Also, try to do at least one amplification based on the Greek Technique we did in class today. Link to information on amplification.
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what is amplification? someone please explain...i appreciate it.. thankss :D
I've provide a link at the post.
Here's a revision of my original piece.
One day, my dog did not have her usual walk. I wanted to take her out, but because of the rain, it didn’t happen. In the morning the rain was pouring down like the water spilling from a backyard fountain.
Because my daughter had a dentist’s appointment on Broadway near Cambie in Vancouver. I drove over to get her, and by then the rain had almost stopped. Even though it wasn’t raining much, big puddles filled the road, and the cars splashed through noisily. The rain had turned to drizzle. Too bad, for my dog was at home, sleeping in the basement.
As I waited for my daughter and while we ate lunch together, the rain had almost stopped. She told me “I have to start wearing my retainer again all the time!”
I said, “I’m sorry to hear that, but it is best for you if you want to keep straight teeth.”
What’s more, she added, “I have to pick up my retainer at 4 o’clock. Can you give me a ride back?”
After I returned home, the rain had started again. The sky was so dark that my Christmas lights came on. I looked out. Impossible, I thought, to walk a dog in this weather.
When it was time to go back to Broadway, the rain had stopped again. My dog slept in the basement, snoring softly, dreaming her doggie dreams. After dinner, we opened the door to our back porch. The rain drummed on the roof. My dog went outside for five minutes and returned, soaked.
Lucky for me, I have a very philosophical dog. She slept happily all day (and night) and went for a walk with me the next morning. What a relief!
Not like the weather in Vancouver, the rain season lasts few months; Beijing’s rain season is short. In the summer days, while the strong north-west wind from the Mongolia plateau withered, the rains come. And the rain often comes in sudden.
Once a time, I back home by bike from a party. In the hot weather, this is a good choice, for avoiding from crowding and sweating on the bus. However it could plague another kind of problem.
The sky was clear and the sun was hot. On the way, I was hurry to home and eager to take a rest earlier. I even didn’t notice a piece of dark cloud in horizon and the thunder rumblings.
Suddenly the squall blew. The dark clouds gathered on the top. The raindrops, like the broad beans poured down.
People scattered helter-shelter to find their shelters. The street got empty at once. The white raindrops pounded on and bounced off the roofs and the canopies. And the sound liked a herd of horses galloping. Only one minute hesitating, I was totally soaked.
Five minutes later, some streams began meandered on the street. Since the city Beijing was built on a definitely flatland, it is hard to say which direction they were going to-- the East or the West.
The heavy rain continued. The streams merged to a current along the street. In a lower place, the lake formed. It was deep, and almost a half of bike wheels were swallowed.
Turned around the corner, the scene shocked me: The watermelons piled on a grocery ground were floating and drifting to their free delivery way!
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I dreaded this morning. Dragging myself out of bed felt like the most horrible idea possible. But alas, I knew that I had no choice in the matter. There were many things I had to work on accomplishing today. Homework, make a bank deposit, clean the house and buy cat food. All of which I know I will not enjoy doing.
I slowly opened my eyes, completely unaware from lack of sleep. At first I thought maybe I was dreaming. That couldn't have possibly been seven hours of rest. Sadly when I turned to my clock, I realized it had been. Getting out of bed has never been an easy task for me. Especially after only seven, yes seven, hours of sleep. Most would say that is more then enough shut-eye for a young guy as myself. I beg to differ. Ten hours is a much better number. No more, no less. If I can't get that amount of sleep, I can sometimes as angry as a bear. Not a cute, cuddly, fluffy bear, but rather a large scary bear with gnarling teeth.
Crawling out of bed was painful. It felt like trying to crawl my way out of quicksand. So much to do with so little time for enjoyable things. I walked to the washroom to brush my teeth and straighten my hair. The brushing of teeth can be quite a relaxing thing, if you look at it the way I do. So happily I started to brush them. Then, utter horror ripped through my entire being. As I turned to look outside all I could see was darkness. The sky wasn't a nice calming blue, it was a deep dark gray. Too make matters even worse. It was raining, and not just a little bit raining, it was pouring! As if the day could not have got any worse, it just had.
I finished all my morning exercises. Finished my hair, ate some breakfast, fed the cat and got a coat ready for the torrential downpour happening outside. You see, Vancouver rain can be quite pleasant. During the summer. It was mid December,and I knew all too well how horribly cold it was going to be. But of course, having no choice, I figured getting it over and done with was the best course of action. I grabbed my wallet, and went for my coat which was nicely hung with all the others. Taking a deep breathe, I opened the front door.
I stood in the doorstep for a good two minutes. Just staring at the smothered, wet world in front of me. One step forward. Was I really going to do this? Another. I didn't really have a choice, I knew that. Another two steps. Then I sighed to myself, and walked down the stairs completely.
The water that poured onto me felt like knives. Literally as if sharp objects were hitting my face and laughing at my misfortune. Before I knew it, I was yelling at the top of my lungs.
"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!", someone having a cigarette looked at me with shock at the anger in my voice.
This was going to be a long, horrible long day.
My husband was anything but a romantic person. This is the conclusion drew by me and all our friends.
Once night, after we finished dinner outside like usually, I suddenly remembered there were some important files I left in my office which were supposed to be taken for my business trip in the second day.
“How could you be so careless.” My husband blamed me again while he was driving me to my office, “I cannot imagine what would happen if you found this after you reach Zhejiang.”
“I could ask my assistant to post me instantly.” I protested.
“So your clients would stay there and wait together with you,” he said sarcastically.
“It won’t take even 24 hours. . . .”
It was us, who could argue for any possible reasons, mostly trifles and meaningless. Outside the car window, the rain was pouring. I stared the streams dropping down on the windows, felt disappointed and exhausted.
He parked outside the yard of my office building. Our family car couldn’t enter it without the special licence. “I’d come bank in five minutes, you just wait me here.” I told my husband, didn't want him to go with me.
“Take the umbrella, it’s pouring!” he yelled at my back.
He was right, the minute I stepped out the car, I was soaked already. But I didn’t want to take the stupid umbrella, so I just rushed into the building.
After taken everything I need and packed them properly, I came down to the lobby. When the elevator door open, I saw my husband—my not gentle at all husband –the most stingy person in the world, standing there with a tiny pink umbrella which was not even possible to cover one person in this weather. “You take it.” He handed it to me and strode into the pouring rain.
I caught up with him, holding the tiny umbrella for both of us.
An Unforgettable Rainy Day
I recall the day I got my first books at medical university, those books I learnt a lot from. It was growing dim fast outside, and a cold wind was starting to blow. Raining? The forecast did not say anything about raining...
Worrying, I looked several times out of the window during our class. I did not have my umbrella and enough cash with me to take a cab.
At university, books for one semester were given to each student on a fixed day. I had to carry at least twenty nine books on that day.
“Yeah, you are one lucky girl,” said one of classmates sarcastically, “it seems it is going to rain. If you need help with your books, let me know.”
“Thank you! I think I’ll be fine”
By the time I got my books, it was pouring with rain. I was carrying two bags full of my valuable books. It was flooding too. My shoes were wet, and my each taken step towards the bus stop was pouring more water into them. My bangs were stick to my forehead, I was cold as hell, and dripping wet! Even my books inside the bags were getting soaked.
“Finally,” I murmured to the approaching bus. My wet hair, wet dress, and shoes full of water were the main reason I had a bad flu afterwards.
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When I opened the door of PALC, in New West, I groaned in horror as I stood frozen. The rain was coming heavily, and what annoyed me the most was I had no umbrella; my boots were non-waterproof; and my jacket wasn’t made for rain.
I slammed the door shut, backing into the hallway again. I decided to call my brother so he could pick me up, and what he said was only to piss me up.
“Oh, you’ve seen a guy you like and you want to show off in front of him. Nice,” he’d said.
“No!” I said. “I just don’t want to get soaked and mainly because it’s storming and I’m afraid it might sweep my legs and make me fly with the wind.”
Well, your brother took the car and his way in Surrey now.”
I said no more. I hung up, headed for the door again, took two hesitant steps and then got in the rain. Right after taking a few steps, my boots were already soaked and the icy water in them sent shivers down my spine. I
I walked as fast as I could, staying away as far as possible from the road so I wouldn’t get splashed.
After walking for ten minutes and nothing— I wasn’t splashed—happened, I started my usual fantasy I have when walking in the rain. I would just throw these boots in the balcony, I thought; when I get home, wear my warm and cozy bathrobe and never peek outside to see this rain. Warm and coz—I gasped.
On my right side was wet. No, soaked to the skin. A van driver has bathed me with the dirty water on the road. I’d feared this and it has happened. I grumbled on my way home.
When I finally got home, I kicked off my soaked boots and darted insidefor my warm and cozy robe. Sigh.
It is not the biggest rain ever in Beijing, but it is really the one which made the biggest trouble to Beijingers.
It is a typical summer late afternoon—hot, humid, stuffy, and windless. After we have had dinner at my mom’s home, my wife and I were to drive our home.
“I will rain soon” my mom said. “You can wait till the rain stop and go home.”
“It is not necessary.” I said “By this time, the rush hour is over. Furthermore, the rain may last an hour, and I will get home within 30 minutes.”
“Ok, driving carefully, and remembering to phone me when you get home.” My mom said.
“Ok” I answered while we got into our car.
When we just pull off the community of my mom, the rain poured down. My mom’s home lies to the north of the city, and mine to the south.
There is several ways lead to my home.
“Do you think which way is better?” I asked my wife.
“I think the west third circle road may be better.” My wife answered.
As we moved into the third circle road, my wife turned on the radio to spend the time. “Is there some traffic information? It looks like a little bit jam on the road.” I asked.
“Oh, I am not sure. Let me see.” My wife replied. After a few minutes she said: “Ah, here we are.”
Just now the voice in the radio announced: “because of the huge rain, there is a serious problem for draining at Liuli flyover of the third road. One bus has been submerged under the water and the passengers have to swimming out from the water. And the west third circle road has been totally blocked. Please select the other route”
“My God, it is unbelievable! The passengers must swim out?” I said. “So, as the west third circle road is not available, how can we go about it?
Before we got a conclusion, we knew that almost all main roads that lead to our home have been blocked by water. In the future several hours, all we can do is following the traffic information to find an available way to approach our home little by little--turning left and right constantly, long time waiting at the intersections and looking hundreds passengers getting off the bus and selecting to walk home.
The rain lasted nearly four hours, and it took longer time for police and workers to recover the traffic. After five hours driving, I arrived at my home at last upon midnight.
I picked up the phone and said to my mom: “Hi, mom, do you know what? I have been home right now.”
A Rainy Day Story
The winter is still freezing and cold, but it is sunny outside, after lunch time, my daughter bugged us to take her to find her playmates.
“Oh, not again,” I talked to myself “I still have so many homework to do, and I will never have time to do it.” I managed to convince my husband to take her out.
Finally, I got my peace and quiet after they stepped out of the door - that is what a writer really need; I made myself a cup of tea and sat beside the window, watching the beautiful view of Fraser River.
A dark cloud started to cover the sun, and it was going to rain. Slowly, the raindrops became snow flakes - it was going to snow again in March?! I popped my head upside down by the window and watched the snowflakes dropping down from sky; dropping imaginarily on my face. The snowflakes, lovely, shapely snowflakes, printed their figures on the window glass.
What a cozy afternoon: sitting by the fireplace, watching rain and snow. Suddenly, I felt so lucky to make the right choice to stay in.
Rainy day
It was an afternoon in the summer. After burning days, it started raining.
“What a relief!”
My daughter and I were sitting by the window and watching kids, who were playing in the rain. They were bare feet and in shorts. They were jumping, laughing, and throwing water on each other.
“Mom, can I play outside?” My daughter interrupts me.
“No sweetheart”, I answered.
“Why?” She asked.
“You can get wet”, I answered.
“I don’t mind.”
“But I am worried about you.”
“Why?”
“Because you can get sick.”
At the same time, my dog was running outside and barking at the kids.
I started running and yelling at the dog, jumped on the dog and contorted him. When I contorted my dog, I felt tingling in my feet. The cold and thick mud was a cold therapy for me. Pouring raining was dripping from my face and my daughter was yelling to me, “Mom you gonna get wet. Mom you gonna get sick
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