Descriptive Paper

One warm, summer afternoon a small town, the sun shone brightly through the cracks of clouds like toes poking through a hole in the toe of a sock. Beautiful images of the sun reflected off the sparkling, clear windows like a reflection on undisturbed water. Noisy seagulls flew high in the sky, only able to be heard not seen. Rainbow colored flowers stood tall, yearning for every ray of sunlight the clouds let through. Richly, green grass whispered in the wind like two little girls telling a secret. Plump, fluffy cushions lay on the lawn furniture looking comfortable enough for an afternoon nap. Eggs could be fried on the hot, black pavement that absorbed the rays of the blistering sun. It appeared to be a beautiful summer afternoon.

Suddenly, with out notice, daylight gave way to dark, angry clouds. Coming from the west, they pounded the horizon like ocean waves hitting the rocks. Fierce clouds encompassed the sky with the tenacity of a football team going for a tackle. Hail hammered the earth like a mid-winter snowball fight then turning to rain, it poured like a pitcher into a glass. Flowers shivered down to their roots from the blasting chill of the air and bent over to shield their flowery faces from the pounding rain and wind. A black, flooding river rushed down the street into storm drains, backing up like a plugged up toilet. Silenced by the howling wind, the seagulls flew to find shelter from the vicious storm. Pools of water covered the grass like a sprinkler left on all night. The cushions of the lawn furniture soaked up the rain like a sponge. Raindrops splattered on the windows like a dot-to-dot game.

Mother Nature soon gained control of her unruly children, calming them with her sweet, warm breath. Peeking through the gray, fluffy clouds, the sun shone through like a dawn of a new day. Like little happy campers, the seagulls feasted on the worms that lay atop the soggy grass. Puddles remained in the street potholes like water in a birdbath. Petals sprinkled the flowerbeds as if a flower girl had thrown them for a wedding. Huffing and puffing like a runner in a marathon race, the wind dried the lumpy, drenched cushions. Residue from the storm speckled the clarity of the windows. As quickly as the summer storm came, it passed through resuming the beautiful summer day.