Suppose you are the poet coates Kinney. You lie in your bed chamber listening to the patter of the rain. Many memories of your childhood occupy your mind. Write a paragraph about 100-150 words about the most important experience that you recollect. Please answer fast.
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After imagining myself as the poet for this poem, "Rain on the Roof". Following would be my diary entry
Dated: 7/07/2019
Dear Diary,
Last night I heard the patting of rain drops on my roof and it brought back many sweet memories. The voice of the water touching the roof felt like I could feel it on my face. Lying in my warm and cozy bed, I heard the voice of rain tapping on my roof. This transported me to places like I had never been before. This was in the form of sweet dreams, and my childhood memories of my mother.
My mother died years ago and this rain reminds me of her. I could almost feel her presence and as if my mother was looking at me.
I have to go now,
Will write later,
Signing off.
Hope it helps you
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The room was dark, faintly lit by the moonlight pouring out of the open windows and I lay in my bed, spread- eagled listening to the unremitting pitter-patter of raindrops falling on the ground. I couldn't sleep and random thoughts drifted across my mind. Suddenly, lightning struck, illuminating the room with a sudden flash of white that clearly outlined all the objects in the chamber. I was struck by a sudden memory of my childhood.
I was living at my grandparents' villa all the way back in the country. As a nine year old, rain was something that fascinated me. I often wondered where it came from and my grandfather told me how it all came into being. I recall sitting on the veranda of the house, leaning on my old grandpa as he told me stories of his childhood, of the gods and nature. I munched the finger-licking banana fritters that my grandma had made so lovingly with the magic of her old wrinkled hands. I watched the shapes of the clouds, without paying any attention to grandpa's tales. Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the tree next to the garage and it burst into flames. I remember screaming my head off and running inside to hide under my bed, crouched on my knees and trembling with fear. Everyone burst into laughter and by the time I came out to take a sneak-peek of the tree, the fire had long gone, extinguished by the rain, leaving behind a black steaming clump, what had once been the beautiful long brown branches of the hibiscus tree. My attention once again was drawn back to the constant drip of rain outside and, feeling irritated I went to the windows to draw the curtains. As I fell back in bed, I dwelt on many other satisfying memories of my childhood days and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
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