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I doubled over, laughing loudly (naturally) at my friend's fabulous puns (THEY WERE ACTUALLY GOOD!!). She always had an affinity for keeping the mood light.

The sun shone down on our favourite patch of grass at school and kept us all warm in the desperate, wintry cold. Our little safe haven from the rest of the world. The area was filled with people who'd all evacuated the amphitheater, leaving it totally empty, only to take up the whole patch and more. Which was totally fine - it was a pretty large patch.

Clusters of people sat all around us, bubbling and babbling in conversation. After nearly eight years of attending school, I'd mastered the skill of focusing on a single group of people and noises.

Right now, I was focused on my friend and myself.

"Nice one, Judy," I finally said, the laughter subsiding and the eyes being wiped.

Judy grinned, as if my approval was all the optimism she needed in life.

The air was still and the biting cold stood rejected outside of our oasis. Far off, you could see the thick blanket of an oncoming storm, but above our heads we had a clear, blue sky.

It looked like summer in the patch and a cold, wet and miserable winter just metres away.

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MARIA
IS
IN
DA
HOUSE
LOLOLOLOL
gonna do this padlet again
bc
I'm v nostalgic
:P
(later

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he wind howled, and the ocean was fierce, tearing at my flimsy boat, which was threatening to capsize. My rod slid and jumped as if trying to escape but never making it out of the boat. I sat down and pushed the remaining oar into the ocean. Pull push, pull push, pull rip, my oar snapped in two, and I sat helplessly for a while, until the rocking got to strong and I tumbled out of he boat...

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The sun streaked through the water. Droplets of water flew through the air, forming ripples as they landed. The cool embrace of the water engulfed me, but as I came up for a quick breath, the sun shone gently on my back. As I looked at the blue sky, I noticed the fluffy clouds. Like fairy floss or cotton balls. But as I stared at the dog, horse and hippo the clouds had formed, I noticed grey swirls spiralling through the clouds.

A droplet of rain fell on my nose, as a light sprinkle flew from the sky. The droplets were warm, but not like mum's freshly baked cookies, they were like a hug. Warm and soft.

A droplet of water fell in slow motion, it danced through the air, like a flying ballerina. Then she gently landed on the surface of the water, barely making a splash. As she landed, ripples of water swam out from her.

But then more came, faster, heavier. They thumped on the surface of the water. They made humongous splashes and enormous ripples. I could feel them pounding down on my head, punching my brain. I could taste the sour, unforgiving droplets they were. Mercilessly, attacking people on the streets, tap dancing on houses and sheds. Even making tennis courts smell like petrichor.

But then, out of nowhere, the sun came out, the storm clouds innocently retreated. Fairy floss clouds came out again, but I still felt water running down my back. Then I realised. Sweat.

Droplets of sweat formed on my brow, they clung to my nose, even my mouth. They were seagulls. Once you supply them with what they want, they never leave you alone. Ever.

My hair clung to my neck, making it unbelievably hot. My hands had wrinkled up like an old lady's, because of the sweat. My mouth was a desert, a merciless desert who will not stop until he drains every last drop of moisture. I felt like I was about to melt into the pool, the way butter melts on the stove when mum makes cookies. I could taste the chocolate chips and the macadamia nuts. Coconut strips and that yummy, yummy dough.

But she was on holidays. While I was stuck here, in a blisteringly hot pool. With old lady fingers and hair stuck to my neck. Alone.

Sweat clung to my hair, my fingertips, my everywhere. But then, I heard a lock open. The gates to heaven were opening because I would shortly die. I could smell the burnt eucalyptus leaves, like cough lollies. I could smell death.

I heard a gate open and tired footsteps. I could even here someone dragging their shoes along the ground. Something dad did when he was tired.

Wait? Since when was dad in heaven? I pinched my nose and tilted my head underwater. My hair swum out behind me, just like it did with the raindrop.

I opened my eyes and saw mum and dad. They were in scarves and parkas. "It was snowing, and we packed for the beach." Mum said, diving in the water fully clothed. My family can never resisted the temptation of water

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Pleasant:

Snowflakes drifted gently from the sky like little fragments of sunshine and a soft wind ruffled their hair like a loving grandparent's hand. The surrounding trees seemed to grow a soft, fluffy coat of snow. I watch as the nearby village turns into a sea of snow. It really would be a white Christmas. I open my mouth and a small snowflake drifts in. I let it melt in my mouth and savour every bit of the small snowflake. With the snow comes the refreshing smell of christmas. Suddenly, I hear the sound of running footsteps. I turn and see my sister running past holding her toboggan. I grab my toboggan and sprint after her. This year I'll be the one to have the first toboggan.

Unpleasant:

The blazing sun high overhead glares down on me, scorching any exposed skin. I stumble onwards toward my house, the heat sapping my energy. The constant cool breeze that was keeping me going was suddenly replaced by a hot, stifling wind. I collapse on the footpath and yield to the heat. It continues to beat down mercilessly upon my weary shoulders. I begin to crawl towards the cool refreshing sanctuary that my house represents. The temperature goes up a notch and I can't go any further. I fall onto my back and stare up at the sky as darkness closes in.

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The snow thudded gently down on the slope. The flakes were cold and icy. The blanket of snow had engulfed the side of the mountain side covering it in thick powdery snow. The snow crystals were smaller then a nib of a pen. Encasing you like jacket as they clustered around you, the sun coming out, turning the snow into slush. The water cooles your parched throat with its fresh ice.

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The winds whipped around, screaming though the trees, cackling their delight. The trees cried out, warning anyone of those terribile winds. The rain hit your face, pelting you again and again as the winds kept laughing. The turrent of air was buffeting you back towards the bushes. Chilled to the bone and with your lips a baby blue, with the wind stealing away any warmth the you are able to keep, where the only the help was the ants. Fingers and toes frozen and with a vacuous feeling in your heart, soul and mind you can't help just laughing. Cackling. Screaming.

You feel the air rush though you and your heart turns ice as you spread your wings. Joinninthe wind...

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Sir Mr Sam, King and Defender of Meece, Wizard of Ice, Keeper of the Holy Space Ducks and Protector of the Isle of Moostopia.

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Sir Mr Sam, King and Defender of Meece, Wizard of Ice, Keeper of the Holy Space Ducks and Protector of the Isle of Moostopia.

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The Hail thundered outside the house. The windows rattled loudly as the sharp crystals of ice pelted down on the hard ground. The dirt splattered and sprayed all across the yard as I watched the hail rain down on the ground. Gloomily, I watched the bad weather.

Then, from behind the blanket of clouds, the sun shone through the sky, bringing a light rain which drifted softly to the ground. The grass swayed softly in the light wind as I looked happily out at the wonderful weather outside. This was the perfect day to sit next to the open sliding door on a comfortable seat, while playing fun games on the computer

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The sun flashed brightly, bright enough to sear your retinas a thousand times over, sending a shockwave of fire and destruction in all directions. Sun flares. When the explosions that made up the sun strayed and travelled in a random direction, the slowly fizzled out just before Jupiter. This time, the random direction was towards earth. We didn't notice at the time, just a temperature rise. It was going up at one degrees per hour,then two, then up by five per minute. I felt like I was melting, and so did the rest of the world. That was when we knew something was wrong, that was when we knew it what too late. Half the world was destroyed that day. We were now a planet, half full of life, the rest had become bacon.

Mist. Mist swirled around me and I smiled. I liked mist. It was mysterious. You never knew what could come out of the twisting nothingness and when it did, it was exciting and scary all at once and that was what made it great. The mist drizzled, compressed, Precipitated, into a small puddle. I bent down and tapped it. Water flowed up my arm and evaporated into steam. I could still feel the cold grasp of icy water. How did it do that? you may ask. I don't know. All I know is that it did. Nothing has been the same for me, ever since that fateful day.

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The sun shone down on the ocean, lighting up the water, and glinting of my fishing rod. I sat there for a moment staring at the bright blue sky, the smell of sea salt drifted up my nose. Light puffs of cloud drifted aimlessly along the sky, calming and refreshing, as if a new day was a new beginning, a place to start over. The tranquil ocean gently lapped at the side of the boat, my rod tugged at my hand, and informed me that I had just caught a fish.

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The searing hot sun scorched my back. My face was covered in beads of sweat. The smell of burnt leaves hung in the outback air. The man on the radio said that the temperature was now 45 degrees; stinking hot.

School. It was still on. Lunch time was outside.The trees didn't provide any shade. A bird chirped. Find shade little bird, find shade, I think to myself.

The malevolent sun burned on. The humid air made life torture. It was firery hot.

Rain. Cool. Soothing. The light pitter patter. What is not to love about rain? Thunder raged on. The clouds grew dark. Rain kept the balance. Dark against light.

I walk outside, delighting in the cooling powers of rain. It massages my scalp. Rain. Wonderful. Light. Calming.

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The rain drizzled through the air. The sun shone against the raindrops and glimpses of light started peeping through. I could hear the the rain gently splashing on the ground. Water hung from the trees and every once in a while the water would drop off and slowly melt into the other droplets. I could feel the rain, splashing on my back and running into my hair. The water ran down the street, gushing into the pipes and filling up the gutters. I could smell the saltiness of the water. The smell filling up my nostrils. I didn't think this day could get. I was filled with happiness and nothing could break that spell. The water falling on my back suddenly turned into hail More and more raindrops appeared around me and a cacophonous sound filled my ears. The Lightning cracked down like a lightbulb exploding. The thunder roared behind me and I was momentarily frozen. The lightning struck again. This time I thought that I was so close, I could touch it. The thunder boomed and this time I didn't freeze. Then the rain started. The rain pelted towards me, turning my clothes to slop. The wind plastered my hair to my head and I could barely see. The rain ripped through me like I was a peace of paper and I could feel the rock-hard pieces of hail. I knew this day could only get worse. There was no shelter in sight. No where to run and no where to hide.

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The rain thundered down on the roof and a waterfall of rain in that fell down into the trench dug by the side of the house. The trench was already overflowing. The first few weeks of June were always like this. Rain drilling the tin roof of our house, the crops getting drowned, trapped in our own house. The smell of muddy soil filled my nose, the smell that signalled the worst was yet to come. This smell would plague our town for a week or two, and then the rain would come, louder and harder than ever. I thought of mum and dad out in the rain and I pulled on my gumboots, I snatched up my jacket and zipped it up, closely followed by my raincoat. I ran out the door to help mum and dad with the animals. The rain pressed down on my raincoat, pushing it against me; it was horrible, but still I plodded on. I reached the barn, where mum and dad were trying to get the animals over the watery ditch that surrounded that building. By the time we got the animals in, fed them and gave them water (which wasn't to hard to find), it was almost dinner and we were soaked to the bone. Mum had left about an hour ago to go and make dinner and dad and I were looking forward to a warm meal. As we walked towards our house, a savoury smell wafted up our noses and we sighed. Mum was an excellent cook. Purposefully, we strode over to the door and walked in. 'The worst is still to come,' I muttered as I sat down. 'Then we will push through it,' replied dad.

I walked home from school, savouring every moment. They said that there was soon to be a drought and that was why the rain was so light and hot, but I felt differently. There was a storm brewing. I could feel it in my bones. This always happened two or three weeks before 'The Big Autumn Storm'. 'The Big Autumn Storm' was the first of the season and the biggest, longest and loudest. The sweet rain plopped onto my outstretched tongue. I reached out for the wet doorknob, slippery and hard to turn. 'Stupid doorknob!' I cried. 'Mum, open up. The door isn't working again.'

'It's because it's wet, not that it isn't working,' she murmured in reply.

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The hot, humid heat swirled in a tornado around me, picking up sand as it grew faster and throwing it at me like little bullets. The temperature rose again to 40degrees C. It was as if I was melting into the sand, my hair was plastered to my face and the wind threw grit into my mouth. The sand tasted of nothing but hopelessness and sucked all wetness out of my body.

The warmth was comforting and kind today, as if it wanted you to have a long nap after a big lunch. It made you drowsy in a nice way, it made the soft green grass of the meadow glisten. The sun was happy, it smiled down at everyone, its laugh was the tinkling wind chimes by the door,

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The sun gleamed in the sky above us. The air was balmy and the sun's rays stroked our skin. The golden light reflected off the dew-covered grass like a child bouncing a ball. I lay on the ground, my back moist. Next to me, my best friend Sophia lay still, the only thing telling me she was alive was her chest bumping up and down like waves lapping on the shore as the air went in and out. We both stared at the crystal blue sky. A cloud floated by, white and flawless. The ground gave off a rich smell of freshly dug up earth and the only sound we could hear was the faint tweeting of a bird in the distance. It was a beautiful summers day, so peaceful. I just wanted to catch and hold on to this moment forever.

Raindrops drilled through the air and the winds roared around us. Savagely, the rain plastered every hair on our heads. We stood, huddled under an umbrella, at the bus stop. Up above, the clouds darkened to a near-black and thunder rumbled, shaking the ground. Squeezing in to keep warm, I wrapped my arms around my mother's waist. Everyone in the whole city was waiting for a lift home. Traffic was heaving, so there were no taxis to hail. All the buses were late and the trains were packed to double capacity. It didn't look like we were getting home anytime soon. Puddles became bigger and bigger as the night wore on. More and more people walked past busily waiting for buses and trains. Then they left. We were the only ones remaining. Our bus should have come two hours ago and there were no more scheduled to come for the night. We were stranded.

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The sun roared in triumph, the heat a misty haze, shrouding my sight. It seared my skin, ripping at my willpower, lashing its mights, testing me to my core. The desert sands circled in storms, the wind picking up the red dust and hurling it around in a savage enslaught. My feet burned and beads of sweat streaked from my face like a waterfall. All I knew know was the burning sensation of the heat. The endless waves of sand, neverending and built to dwarf the confidence of any man. The wind howled like wolf over its dead prey.

It lashed me until I fell to my knees, begging for mercy. It laughed like a mad executioner, toying with its victim before the final blow. The sand was bitter on my tongue, the disgusting taste of reality thrown over and over again in my face. I was tossed unto the hot coals of its mind, facing whatever colourful torture it could come up with. The heat addled my mind... Making me see the face of a man with a heavy cowl of brown, chuckling at my displeasure. The heat was washing over me like cauldrons of boiling water. I closed my eyes, hearing the mad laugh of my imagination.

The rain drifted softly down the leaves, glistening with beautiful sparks of colour bouncing around the grass plain. The soft scent of grass and wet dirt wafted across the plains, beautifully simp,y and complex. Oak trees stood tall, their leaves decorated with morning dew. The sun stroked the plants with a tenderness that seemed almost inhuman, nourishing its children with abounding fruits and beautiful meadows. Water gently poured from the clouds, each raindrop as beautiful as gold to a king, the water cooling the air. Birds of all colours and sizes rested in the trees, painting the branches rainbow, some softly humming and other resting in the branches of the firm oak tree.

The oak tree stood tall in the middle of the meadow, it's roots, spreading far and wide, looking as old as time itself. It held itself high during this soft rain, standing proud.

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We're in for a big one. It's unbelievable hot, and I can just see the army of storm clouds marching towards us. Sarah is out in her workshop, mixing the last batch of her herbal soap. Millie-Jo is outside, trying to catch Buster, because he's chewed through all of her sparkly lip gloss. Sweat runs in rivers down her face, and her frizzy brunette hair is plastered to her face. Buster dashes up to me. His breath smells of fake strawberries (that must be the lip gloss), and he is panting in the abominable heat. I pour myself an ice-cold glass of lemonade, the cool, refreshing taste doing little to banish the heat. On a second thought, I bring one out to Sarah too.

The workshop smells of rosemary and lilies. Their heavy smell, mixed with the humidity forms a clogging feeling in the air, making me feel it's hard to breathe.

"Thanks Isobel." She smiles, a gesture I don't return. Not because I'm grumpy, but because I still find it hard to like her. Turning to go, I look up at the sky through the window. Thunderclouds crowd above us, the storm will hit any minute. Gesturing to Millie-Jo to follow, I run into the house. And not a moment to soon. Rain starts pelting down in an unstoppable torrent, so much that I can barely see a metre into the yard. Guiltily, I think of Sarah, but quickly brush that though aside. Grown-ups can look after themselves. A flash of lightning illuminates the the garden, and I see Sarah, sprinting for the veranda. Thunder rocks the house. Millie-Jo gives a squeal, and Buster whimpers. Forgetting the lip gloss, the pair of them scuttle under the table and cover their eyes with their hands (or paws, in Busters case). Buster's golden fur is standing on end, and I scratch his ears to calm him down.

Bang! The doors burst open and Sarah gallops in. Swimming is what it looks like she's been doing, not running through rain. For a second she stands there, glaring at me as if the storm was my fault. Unsuccessfully stifling a giggle, I realise that the brand new designer outfit she's wearing won't be worn ever again. Her eyes narrow, before she flys upstairs to the bathroom. Laughing, I begin to mop up the paddling pool-sized puddle she left.

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The sun beat down onto the fauna below, its malevolent attitude gleefully finding new people to torture. It felt like sitting in a room full of boiling lava. Even the shade was heated, and no place was escapable from the sun's blazing rays. It seared the sensitive skin of the poor children playing on the soccer field. Moisture dripped down their faces, and they felt like they were melting onto the grass. The oppressive air was barely breathable, the concrete was the temperature of the centre of the Earth and the sun didn't seem to care that it was destroying the world with its fire and heat.

Later, when the all the schools were closed and the air conditioner was on in every house, the sky clouded over and began to drop tiny droplets of water. Everyone inhaled the developing petrichor and children rushed outside, cheering. The rain gently ruffled their hair, causing them to laugh even harder. It seemed like steam was hissing up from the ground. The rain was the saviour, taking the world away from the devious control of the sun, and the sun was forced back to the horrible cave from whence it came.

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Queen Maria who is melting away in the extreme heat (and relaxing in the tall grass of a pleasant, sunny day)

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Queen Maria who is melting away in the extreme heat (and relaxing in the tall grass of a pleasant, sunny day)

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We trudged in the tall, itchy grass, the sun blazing in the sky, it's rays beating down on us. It was so humid I could literally see the tiny droplets of water floating in the air, but there wasn't much I could do about it. We couldn't sit down because the grass was too long and I'd end up sitting on dirt, but it was just so blithering hot we couldn't stand still either. Seriously, WHERE are trees when you actually need them? It was just grass fields spreading out in every direction as far as the eye could see. Thanks a lot, Mr "Expert Bus Driver"! Thanks to your "expertise", the whole class is stuck out here, in the blazing heat, desperately searching for somewhere to shelter from the sun while it's heat seared our skin, burning it off cell by cell to the bone. I swear, this is worse than the Philippines - and the Philippines is in the geographical Ring of Fire! Geez.

We searched high and low, we wandered the fields, we even asked a few passing cars (at least, the ones that were polite enough to talk to us), but it was no use. The bus had broken down and the repairmen people were coming, but Mr Bus Drvier had called them at least an hour ago. It didn't take us that long to end up out here, did it?

No, it was only half an hour, the driver had said. So what was taking so long?

"That's it!" someone exclaimed suddenly, startling the whole class, who had been silent this whole time. "If we can't find a shelter, we'll make one!"

"And how do you propose we do that?" I said, kind of grumpy from the heat.

"Pass me your hair ties."

"What?" Just then I realised it was my friend Penny, so the fact she was asking for my hair ties was rather strange.

"We'll tie the tall grass into a hut shape and hide in there."

So we set to work.

Pleasant Version:

"Welcome to Camp!"

And what a beautiful camp it was, might I add. Though the beauty may have just been the weather.

The sun gleamed in its place in the clear, blue sky, beaming down on us. Along with the

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Positive warmth:

I walked out of the air conditioned beach house out into the summer air. The evening sun gleamed above me and the balmy air stroked my skin gently. Walking out into the hot air, the balmy temperatures enveloped me gently like one of my grandmother's knitted blankets.

Over the sea, the sun, still shining, was starting it's descent into sunset. I watched the soft, low tide, ocean roll over as the sun reflected off the crests of the waves. Slowly, the warm winds blew of from the sea and rustled the palm trees and desert grasses in the sand dunes. It calmly blew the sand around into coils and lifted small pieces of driftwood up in the air.

A whiff of stuffy, salty, summer beach air drifted up my nostrils, but was interrupted by the trace of fish in chips - dinner!

Negative Warmth:

The sun blazed violently above me, as oppressive air seared our skin. I lowered one foot onto the sand to have it sizzled and burnt on the boiled sand being cooked by the scorching midday sun. Beads of sweat and perspiration hung down from my neck and chin as I sat on the steps of the beach house.

Staring out on ocean, I saw the sun, looking down on the earth, a boisterous monster that sizzled the people, animals and plants below it. The uninviting stench of the salt being cooked on the rockpools drifted up my nose

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Raindrops drifted through the air. Gently, the rain ruffled every hair on their heads. The wind sighed around them. It swirled around softly, cooling them from the burning heat from yesterday. Thunder crackled almost silently in the distance. The waves rose a little higher than yesterday, but it was still in control. The foam rode the waves like horses rearing, and the waves themselves were the body of the horse, yet staying in the water. The horizon stood still, completely calm and collected. The clouds drifted overhead, slightly grey, but it still held a fair bit of white. They drifted over us like what sheep would look like if they could fly. The salty air stung as I opened my mouth. The smell of the ocean water was tangy. The sound of footsteps pattering was enough to keep me in the present.

Yet elsewhere...

Raindrops drilled through the air. Savagely, the rain plastered every hair to their heads. The wind roared around them. The thunder crackled fiercely close by. The lightning flashed kilometres away. The sea battered restlessly against the shore, demolishing any ship that dared to come close to the shore. The ship's wooden boards floated away with the tide, yet they never seemed to reach the horizon. The foam on the cantering waves seemed to dislike the way the water was rushing to the shore, but it followed the ocean anyway. The tangy air whirled into my mouth, giving me so much air that I didn't need. The shock of the icy cold water pulling at me was enough to get me up and moving.

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Riley the Honorary Member of the Basilbrush Family

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Riley the Honorary Member of the Basilbrush Family

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Paragraph One: Good Weather

The sun hang suspended in the sky. It was poised above us, sending searing heat down, down. Most people ran from the terrible fireball, fleeing into their homes and turning the air conditioning on as fast as they could.

Not the Smith family.

The Smith family grinned and hoisted water guns onto their shoulders, filled them up with water and began to shoot. They fired at each other for hours, laughing and frolicking in the sun's shining rays.

After they finished they would walk inside and each take a pot of ice-cream from the freezer. They would shovel it into their mouths, drinking in the rich tastes of the famous frozen treat. They would drink chilled water and packs of ice by the dozen.

The Smith family loved warm days.

Paragraph Two: Bad Weather

The rain was utterly relentless. It would pour down in clusters and clumps, whipping the people underneath. Icy hail would crash down, wrecking havoc like an insane vandal. Fat droplets, plumped up like Thanksgiving turkeys, came screaming down from the sky, hungry for blood.

People huddled below, wrapped in raincoats, seeking each other's body warmth for protection. They would seek warmth in a cold, cold place. But they would get none. Instead, raindrops would cling like vines to their skin, weighng down the people underneath.

The sky was dull grey, with only the occasional rumble of thunder coursing through or lightning flickering snakelike inside.

The rain poured down on Sydney.

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Good passage: The sun rained down from the havens bathing the Earth in a golden light. The warm, but cool air around me had a moisturising touch that reached out to me. The air had a farmiliar feel of my childhood. The air tested sweet like a lollipop with a cold glass of water. The sun watered down its golden- brown rays onto me and the air making it pleasantly warm on my skin. Again there was a heated smell from my past as a child and a distinguished moisture sort of taste.

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Evil weather passage: The rain hammered savegly on the roof top, the roof held, only just. The constant beating against the roof was just on of the many sounds I could hear. The air was slow and heavy with moisture that clung to my hairs and rolled down to my skin. The air continued on it's slow journey clinging onto anything the moisture could get its hands on, skin, furniture, linen and glass panes. My breath fogged up many windows, even many meters away, I could see my breath clogging up my view of outside.

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Unpleasant:

The sun beat down on our shoulders and our bodies reacted, drenching us in sweat. We had been clambering slowly up this mountain for three days now, and not once did we see a sign of rain. Not a single drop. Our water supplies were running low, for they rely heavily on the amount of rainfall we get, which so far is zero. The sun seemed to never quiet down, for every day it looked down on us, searing our skin with its blazing heat, so much so that we were beginning to feel like we couldn't stand it any longer. All we needed was some rain, but the odds were not in our favour.

Pleasant:

Raindrops drifted toward the ground, hitting it softly with a quiet 'ping'. They hung off the leaves on the maple tree outside, like tiny, glittering baubles. The fresh smell of mud and wet grass crept into the dimly lit lounge room, and I took a deep breath in, savouring the perfume. I pulled my blanket tighter around me, and reclined in my soft armchair, watching the show of miniature diamonds falling from the heavens. I closed my eyes and listened to the tapping of the rain on the roof. Everything was perfect.

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The raindrops drilled around the brick building. The wind ripped the unfortunate's hair from their roots and twirled umbrellas around. The windows sang in a high-pitched manner thunder charioted around the city. Lightning struck, the scream of girls rang around and paper caught fire, though it was quickly extinguished. As an orange hue proclaimed itself over the sky the smell of steak came over the street and anyone walking down wanted a share in the food. However, the earthy smell put it out and the sludging of the ground was the only sound heard.

It stopped. First, people noticed that less and less were their clothes getting soggy. Then, music could be heard coming from a house and whisling could be heard in the street.

The sun disappeared and for a moment the cool breeze in the dark dominated feelings. Little prickles appeared on arms and the wind blew their hair like they were on a sailboat. Peace was around the street at that moment. Umbrellas went down and faces went up.

Suddenly, rain roared through the sky, like a falcon and women were blown away.

This was Melbourne weather.

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The sun glared down onto the ruins. It blazed onto the insignificant people who were at mercy to the harsh weather. They were isolated from any community, their only hope of survival, the weather. However, the weather had different ideas. The sun burnt down onto the helpless people, searing their skin, it was like an invisible raging inferno blasting through the ramshackle streets, blowing heat into the houses that remained. The fires of hell tormented the people blazing mercilessly into their hearts, engraving fear into their lives. This was madness, the people were now scared of life itself, sun flaming down onto their heads, it was almost melting them in the intense heat. Nonetheless, the people were helpless, nothing to stop the roaring waves of heat that destroyed their very being. This was the ferocious tornado of heat, this was the mighty weather.

The sun beamed down on us, gently spreading warmth around, fighting the rain, sending beautiful strings of white light through the grey clouds, slicing gloom. It made a wonderful sight, the sweet dew settled atop the brilliant green bladed of grass that covered the ground. The rolling clouds tumbled away, dissipating as they went, revealing the source of wonderful light, the sun. Gleaming in the sky, the sun smiled upon all. Though mighty, the sun did not bring pain now. Instead, it nurtured us, helped us, enabled us to do what is normal. It is truly amazing how it does not take advantage, instead, it uses the power of light to a good cause. The light gently beamed off the surface of the ocean, reflecting an image of beauty, reflecting life and prosperity. It brought birds, diverse in colour, single in their happiness. They chirped merrily at the sun. They spread music, early in the morning, rising people to a cheerful mood. This was the wonderful power of the sun.

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The sun glared ferociously at me, like a red-eyed hound, its stare fixed. Every villager in our small, outback town had perspiration drowning them, a bath of sweat. No villager was out in the fields today, instead making crude paper fans, or diving like dolphins into the local water tank. It rarely rained here, not even on the days when the sky s shrouded in black clouds. When it did come, you could smell the storm, a tidal wave of wetness, entwining itself in the noses of every inhabitant of the town. But not today. Today all you could smell was the scorching sun, the stink of despair, like smoke arising off a fire. No one thought of this though. Everyone was shrieking, complaining about the dreadful heat. Only I could see defeat in everyone's eyes. Only I could see defeat.

As I took a step forward, I heard the first jingling of rain, the soft storm oncoming, patting the ground gently. The rain was no enemy, instead a friend, bathing me in the natural waters. I jumped into a puddle, loving the satisfactory splash it gave off, water drenching my denim jeans, but warm water, unlike ice. I stuck out my tongue and felt a drop of pure, undirtied water hit, just stroking me. I tasted the crystal droplet, like a diamond, which gave me a relishing, cool taste. It spread across my mouth, like veins of water, and I admired the way it hugged my tongue, like a nice cold glass of soda.

I sniffed, and felt the cool air enter my nose, sucking it up like the smell of melted chocolate. While others hid in their homes, I stood out, and befriended the rain.

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The sun blazed down on the grass below them, the children wishing for some time in the pool to relaz and refresh. They slumped down next to a large, bushy tree, with the hopes to cool down in a covered, shady area. Unfortunately for them, even in the shade the sun still burned the air, making it all hot and sticky. Because of that, the children felt that the air was the thing that was attacking them, not the sun, although they all knew perfectly well it was the sun. It was so humid and muggy, they felt that they were just melting into the grass, out of existence.

(Pleasant)

Raindrops drifted gently through the air, the large drops falling towards the ground, like big dollops of whipped cream being placed on a scrumptious dessert. The soft raindrops ruffled the hairs on their heads, their hair shining and sparkling in the sunlight. The rain smelt all sad and foggy, all gloomy. It was more of a sunshower than a thunderstorm, just a gentle collection of water droplets falling on the children's heads. The wind sighed, it was just another day for the wind, boring, as usual.

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The hail beat down on the tin roof, creating an ear-splittingly loud noise, a repetitive sequence of drilling and clanging noises. The wind swirled through the unnaturally white fog and made a terrifying, eerie sound. The rain slashed against the wooden walls of our camping hut, tearing down the back one. Nature one, us nil.

Paragraph 2.

The sun blazed down on my face: thirty degrees Centigrade, coming right up. Actually, make that thirty-three and a half degrees. I was walking to the pool, towel in hand. This was the other extreme to last night. When I finally made it to the pool, someone's portable radio was playing the news about the weather: '...and it is currently thirty-four degrees in Sydney at the moment...' Yeah, we knew that. Nature one, us one. Take that! We're having fun.

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Unpleasant:

Moody grey was the sky. The hail drilled through the air, then crashing into the ground. No one was outside, it seemed as if the town was deserted. Occasionally, a car passed by to accompany me, then betrayed me. I felt isolated, isolated from the outside world. Bang! An individual drop of that sinister frozen water drop crashed into the old roof. It has been unrepaired for a long period of time, as we live in the unpopulated countryside. I peered outside at the unpleasant sight of hail descending at a tremendous speed, as if it wanted to go through the Earth. BANG!

Pleasant:

I ran outside into the wonders of the world. Today, wildlife occupied the depths of the tranquil jungle. I ran gracefully through an unplanned aisle. Beside me, the magnificent pungent smell of flowers filled my nose.

As I exited the jungle, the amazing sound of water gushing caused me to smile instantaneously. The sight was even more interesting. The water plummeted down from the arched rock face, creating a jagged line. Below, I could see a inhabited cave vaguely through the transparent crystal-clear water. As the night approached gradually, the bat-infested cave was exposed. The bats glided out, not as I would have expected. Birds chirped as the evening was about to leave. It almost sounded as if they were doing it in an orderly rhythm. I was refreshed. I was happy. I was relieved.

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Pleasant:

Raindrops drifted through the air. Gently, the rain ruffled every hair on their heads. The wind sighed around them. The air softly pushed on their shirts, creating many creases. The rain dropped on the umbrella harmlessly. The soft pitter-patter was calming while they read their books peacefully. The grass was damp enough that all the children were sliding around getting their, once pristine, clothes wet and dirty. They enjoyed the rain, as long as it wasn't blasing down on them. You could smell the grass from the bench, it was pleasant and, in way, refreshing. The book seemed to effect the weather. The weather seemed to match in the book.

Unpleasant:

Water smashed against the umbrella as they ran to the bus stop. Their clothes were drenched. The wind howled in rage nearly blowing their possessions of them. I doubt the handbag will be in use again. The rain was painful smashing reapeatively again and again. The drops felt hard and solid. The sun was hiding even though it was midday, barely lighting the clouds because they were so thick. When would this horror stop? This is the exact scene of a nightmare to them. They could see a gap in the clouds, a small one though. Through that they saw hope. They saw that this tortue would end someday. But that day would be later. Not now, they must fight on to that day! It was freezing, they wanted to curl up in a ball and hide with a heater.

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Bad/Evil weather/Sadness

It was dark and gloomy, the clouds casting freaky shadows over the grotesque path. It felt like all the goodness in the world was just... gone. All that was left was just the last fading rays of the sun, and then that too disappeared, leaving me to brood about my mistakes in the contagious, overpowering darkness. Where did I go wrong? Everything was going so well until... well, it desn't matter. Clearly all was lost.

Good weather/Happiness
Then, all of a sudden, the sun came out of nowhere, peeking out from behind a cloud, and within a minute it was shining brightly, brighter than I'd ever seen it shine before. Its happiness was infectious, and before I knew it I was smiling broadly. I knew that almost nothing could stem my flow of happiness. But then I remembered my skin was peeling off.
Bad/Evil Weather/Sadness

"Aaargh!!!!!" I yell, and turn to run from the blisteringly hot sun when I am confronted with a looming building. I rush to the relative safety of the old, musty, but inhabited haunted mansion looming behind me. I'd almost gotten inside when I remembered that part. I wouldn't find safety there. Definitely not.

Good weather/Happiness

Then the sun goes behind a cloud, and I sigh. Phew! I feel my skin. It is so painful. I would give anything to go back to before my trip in the sun burnt my face off, but I know that's far beyond a dream. Or is it? "Merlin!!" I call. "I am in need of your powers! Attend me at once, I command you!"

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Unpleasant: Like Niagara falls, the rain smashed down on our tin roof, barely standing up to the monsoon. The light flickered, then went out. All across Queensland floods roared through the streets like bulls, trashing people's belongind as they go. Trees were ripped up and flung into others houses. BLAM! One came through my bedroom window, the tip just poking through the door. Water almost instantly started to fill up our house. Then the roof buckled, and I blacked out.

The rescue crews came later. In was told that I had been here for three days. The whole town was... Gone. Planks of wood and smashed bricks lay everywhere. The burning smell ironically everywhere. Little raindrops still pitter-pattered down on me, mixing with my tears, flooding my mouth. This was the taste of defeat.

Pleasent: The sun and the surf. What could possibly be better? Lukewarm liquid surrounded my legs, making me impossibly warm. Not a cloud in the sky. Perfect. A wave literally came from the blue. This was my wave. I paddled, knowing I would make it. And I did. Flying along, there with the sun beaming down on me like a mother seeing her child's first steps, was infinite. A breeze started up, pushing me towards my goal: the shore. This was the most amazing expirience ever.