Math, asked by harshalidoshi14, 4 months ago

Write a story that begins with - All night the rain has been drumming on the tin roof

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Answered by manukumar71113
2

Answer:

Speaking Tree carries an excerpt from 'A Time for All Things' by Ruskin Bond.

pls check this story.

Step-by-step explanation:

'All night the rain has been drumming on the corrugated tin roof. There has been no storm, no thunder, just the steady swish of a tropical downpour. It helps me to be awake; at the same time, it doesn’t keep one from sleeping.

It is a good sound to read by – the rain outside, the quiet within – and, although tin roofs are given to springing unaccountable leaks, there is in general a feeling of being untouched by, and yet in touch with, the rain.'

Answered by ZzyetozWolFF
20

The Bizzare dusk:

All night, the rain has been drumming in the tin roof of our shop. It was for four days we haven't been out of this shelter. A brutal war, of the enemies, was still on. Every single mortal was killed, on just one mistake, that was to step a foot out. I never expected these days in my unconditional life. What not I have seen? Hands of people were being cut, they were beaten as if they didn't have a self, as if they didn't have any feelings. I was crying, I was making an effort to earn me believe that probably everything would become fine, Probably, we will be back to our house, studying and laughing, again schools would open, and I will meet my friends, we would share our stories but, what If this never stopped?

"Hey, you drop your weapons, we have concealed you." Someone shouted. I peeped from the window and anticipated it correctly. Yes! It was another life.

A striking sound of rifle was again about to tear my ears and I could sense the pesky tingling of terror in my stomach. I again covered my ears with my hands to avoid another truth of life. Two minutes, nothing happened. I raised my head slowly and could see two holes of the deadly weapon just in front of my eyes. I left the hope of living. The hands, which were still on my ears, fell hopelessly. Glances, which used to once filled with dreams of doing something great in life was now slightly opened to gaze how death looks like.

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