Rain - The Paragraphs

Okay, this week's assignment is to make "Today is a rainy day." into one whole paragraph. Our beloved lecturer Mr D was teaching figurative languages used in fictions and assigned us to that. He wanted us to make the short sentence as interesting and as figurative as possible, or at least this is what I understood from his instructions. Mr D, if you fall asleep reading this, don't blame me!

"At first I thought it was the rustling of wind through the overgrown weeds in my unattended backyard. Like a little girl whispering to her mother. I turned to my side and snuggled my pillow. The cotton pillow casing was surprisingly cool, and felt a bit moist even. Then it grew louder. I climbed out of my bed and looked out of the window. Tiny raindrops were waltzing in the air effortlessly, choreographed by the wind. It was slow and elegant.

After a while it was brought into a crescendo, as the wind picked up. The waltz turned quickly into quickstep, trying to keep up with the tempo of the wind. Raindrops were flying all over the invisible dance floor, crashing beautifully into each other before finally go into the backstage of alluvial soil, quenching it of days of dehydration. Soon, the drizzle turned into a shower, and from shower into downpour. At the climax, it was a deluge from the sky, giving the exposed surfaces of the human civilisation a slippery sheen. I wonder how I was going to go to college with the standing water in the atmosphere.

I looked at the far away clouds, so thick and heavy from days of voracious accumulation. The Sun, with all the heating labour days ago, created its own fluffy, grey bed and slept. There was no sunshine that day, only the meagre amount of lights that managed to penetrate the gargantuan mattress of the sleeping Sun. There were no signs of the rain giving up. I prepared myself for the morning lesson, took my umbrella, opened it, and stepped reluctantly into the torrent of water and plodded my way to the college."