Narrative essay stormy night

Stormy nights can be as poetic and laidback as some would picture it to be. It could be true at times when postcard images would automatically be the first things that would pop out and when they’re not the weather disturbances which could be attributed to a vengeful nature.

Dark Stormy Night It was a dark and stormy night. The rain came down in torrents, soaking the solitary man to the skin. He stood alone, silent, still enveloped by the black of the night. Had the sun been shining, this lonely man would have seen the flat green fields surrounding him and far in the distance a house stood, as solitary as the man.

When night falls, the tired body and soul would want to have a peaceful respite from the grueling challenges of the day. Yet, that peace could be shattered or rather modified when huge dark ominous clouds would envelop the skies and torrential rains will be unleashed on the resting populace.

Dark and stormy night It was a dark and stormy night when she came to find me. I was sitting at my work desk, writing my daily report of the day's work when my ears caught a soft knocking at the front door, timid but distinct against the fury of the tempest.