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Fatima-Tuz-Zahra AS-Level English

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Fatima-Tuz-Zahra

AS-Level English

2. Write a descriptive piece called A Change in the Weather. In your writing create a sense of
contrasting moods to help your reader imagine the scene.

The afternoon sun, mesmerizing, touches every single bit of the earthly world we know by rays
extending out from the sky like arms of a savior reaching out to help someone stuck in a
quicksand; burning everything that holds on to its arms for long. The warmth of the huge star,
millions of miles away, yet still the closest and most reliable source of coziness and calefaction,
turning cold into warm, being a source of hope in times of despair, yet causing deaths and losses
by its heat.

A sweetly indelible yet exotic atmosphere created by the photons falling on plants and
everything they can reach, intoxicating people, making them addictive of all the warmth and
simultaneously sucking every single drop of water off the surface, turning it into air. The
brightness everywhere, making colors even more vibrant, yet being the two-sided sword making
the eyes close with the dazzling vibes it gives off. Making souls happy by melting the cold in
their hearts but making life a living hell for the people that are struggling hard in the vanguard.
Helping the homeless keep warm yet scorching the skin off their bodies. The afternoon sun, a
sign of relief and yet pain simultaneously watching over the earth.

Patches of clouds come and go. Helping the sun to hide. As The sun is playing hide and seek
with the planet and all the people on it. As the clouds come and go, emotions and feelings rise
and fall inside the human heart. The rays of sun falling on the cheek of the people giving them a
lively feeling yet turning the same cheeks red and burning them with the heat. The clouds,
contrary to the transparent monotone sunlight, sometimes have the bright white color like milk
that has just been taken from a cow’s udders. Sometimes like a limestone freshly taken out of a
quarry, white, yet with a shade of grey.

A cloud comes in as an imposter between the other clouds, and with the cloud comes breeze.
Making the trees shake, sending a sweet yet agonizing chill down the spine. The grey cloud, full
of darkness, over powering the pure innocent white of the clouds, standing out of the crowd.
Some might think that the grey cloud brings happiness; there’s always a silver lining to it, yet
there are always those who think that the grey cloud will only bring despair to the other clouds
and the sun along with despair for all the living creatures in the world.

The black clouds, along with gusts of wind, turn into a whole army equipped with darkness for
some while hope for the other. Soon, the sun seems to hide in fear behind the dark clouds
because he knows that the clouds are going to pour everything they have onto the land. No
matter how hard the sun or anyone tries, what is going to happen can’t be stopped unless God
himself orders it to stop. And within seconds, the atmosphere that was full of hope and tingling
sensations and warmth is filled with drops of water falling like bullets that were shot whenever a
nazi german was seen alive behind enemy lines in The World War. Like the anger of Odin which
Fatima-Tuz-Zahra
AS-Level English

showered on thor for being reckless. And thor being helpless had to prove himself again just like
the sun which must shine again and overpower the clouds.

The loud roars of thunder and the lightning put fear in the heart of people, yet making them
wonder how something so marvelous actually happens. Some enjoy the rain, jump in the water
puddles made by the dark clouds as they generously wanted to help quench the thirst for joy of
all the childish spirit in them. The glorious rain, quenching the thirst of the earth, all the plants,
all the animals and every other living thing in the world. While there are some who see their
plans and wishes drown in the same puddles of water. The same water quenches the thirst
causing the thirst of being useful in some way. The rain gives life to some while the same water
destroys the crops that are grown with the sweat and blood of the farmers. The rain, a sign of
peace and prosperity, yet of fear and hopelessness, bringing winds from far off land tells how
something so petite can be a source of joy and sadness at the same time. The dark clouds moving
with the winds, grow weaker and weaker as they run out of water which is their main ammo, the
shower gets slower, the cool wind gets slower and all of a sudden, the agony and joy of everyone
is gone mixed with the rain and wind, slowly fading away to somewhere else. All there is left
behind is the memories of the day that some might cherish the most and some might remember
as the darkest day of their life.

Ahmed is an Ass,
the smart kind.

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