Two Descriptions - Essay Example

Descriptive Essay A Woman From my kitchen window, one night I saw a beautiful woman jerk back her rain sleeked coat with such ferocious energy that people crossing the road turned around to stare at her. Rain drops drizzled off the brim of her black velvet hat. I love the rain but unfortunately tonight, the rain reminded me of a cold December night I had buried my father. I watched her walk gingerly on the damp slippery street, rain droplets on her face glistened in the street lamp light giving the impression that she was crying silently.

She lifted her face to the sky and I followed her gaze to the moon faintly peeking from in between the dark clouds. With tears of grief in my eyes, I looked helplessly at the pale moon. Imagining my father’s face in the moon, to me the thin strands of black clouds across it appeared as black hair combed back across the top of my father’s head. The sky was crying with me, I stared at her as she turned her beautifully sculptured face towards the sky once again as if remembering that dear one once again and gave out a cry of grief.

My heart cried with her and the dark night cried with us too. The roar of the thunder made me cry even more and as I watched her disappear along the street, I once again became aware of my loneliness. The night seemed to engulf me into its eerie darkness and helplessly I eyed the rain drops sliding down my window pane as tears rolled down my face. From the kitchen window, one night I saw a beautiful woman playfully jerking back her rain sleeked coat with such joy that people crossing the road turned around to laugh with her.

Rain drops drizzled off the brim of her beautiful hat. Tonight the rain was exceptionally serene and I wanted to dance to the rhythm of the falling raindrops. I gazed out at the happy woman as she lifted her face up to the sky and smiled at the moon. I followed her gaze and stared at the faint moon peeking from the dark wisps of clouds. I imagined my father’s smiling face in the moon, to me the thin strands of black clouds across it appeared as black hair combed back across the top of my father’s head.

The sky seemed to shed tears of happiness as I laughed out loud remembering my father’s little pranks. The woman danced gingerly on the damp street and turned her gaze once again to the smiling moon. Rain drops kissed her face as she closed her eyes and lifted her face up to the sky. The rain droplets seemed to tinkle her face because she gave out a cry of joy and pleasure. I laughed with her as the sky brightened with lightening and the thunder roared. I watched as the woman disappeared across the street and enjoyed the rain drops sliding down my window pane.

ReferencesMccuen, J. R., & Winkler, A. C. (2009). From idea to essay: a rhetoric, reader, and handbook. Boston, MA: Houghton Mifflin Co.