Back in September, I published Emotional Beats: How to Easily Convert your Writing into Palpable Feelings. As promised, I will be posting the book on my blog. So, here is the next installment, continuing Part 3 of the book: Other Beats. This chapter deals with:
Weather, Skies, and Views
With our surroundings offering so many interesting views, finding the perfect description can be a challenge. Well, not anymore!
- The mottled sky ranged from mid gray to dirty white.
- A soft breeze picked up her hair, stirring the strands around her cheeks.
- As a warm breeze stirred the sheer curtains of the open patio doors, the scent of baked stone and crushed flowers folded within its balmy caress.
- We watched a thick, fluffy cloud shuttle across the sky.
- It had started to flurry and a thin coating of snow covered the ground.
- Overcast skies turned everything dreary and cold.
- Rain spilled down in sheets.
- The breeze was just a teasing shimmer in the air, fluttering leaves.
- The rising sun shone beneath the lip of the departing cloud.
- The sky was clear and the air carried a light musky scent mingled with pine.
- There was still a bit of bite to the wind.
- We watched a steady deluge of rain.
- The cold seeped in through his light jacket and made him shiver.
- Sharp jets/droplets of icy cold water needled her back. She shivered under the prickly feeling and raised her hand to protect herself from the tiny ice-cold daggers.
- Water lapped against the graveled beach, causing a gentle swoosh as each wave slipped back into the azure ocean. Gulls circled above, calling to each other as they flew effortlessly back and forth. A gull swooped down to land a few meters from where they sat. It looked in their direction and cawed. He waved his arm to shoo the bird away, but it hopped back and cawed once more.
- A squall streamed over the palisades. Dark clouds let forth sheets of rain, while churning winds ripped across the rocks, howling through the crevices.
- In the west, deep pink and purple bands were chased beneath the horizon by the coming of night, while above and in the north, blackening clouds massed.
- The gray sky darkened above the field, turning the rocky ground into shiny, blood-soaked black pools.
- The tall wheat was performing its best impression of a green sea. The wind sent wave after wave to ripple through its surface, as if about to crash on a distant shore.
- Clouds darkened the sky as he ran.
- A flash lit the world white.
- The world flashed to white clarity as another crack of lightning struck.
- The sickle moon was gone from the sky, leaving only a blanket of stars to give light.
- Blossoming dittany spilled over the slope.
- The woman drifted away as the morning fog thinned in the warming sun.
- Black clouds smeared the sky.
- Thick fingers of mist stole across the lake, blotting out the far shore.
- She heard the throbbing pulse of rain.
- The mist twined itself around the trees.
- Tufty clouds scudded across the lake in a reverse image of the heavens, its trembling silken surface spoiled by the ripples her feet stirred. They chased away from her across the mirror, folds in a liquid blanket.
- A rank gust of icy air hit her.
- The hulk of the dark mountains rambled against a sky layered with smoky clouds.
- A red-throated sparrow alighted on the branch above her.
- She found a rock overhang to weather out the now freezing night.
- The stars were feverish.
- Down the slope, water bubbled and purled over boulders, the wild rush complementing her internal turbulence.
- A falcon circled lazily in the bottomless azure sky. It soared on an updraft, hunting.
- She rode south as the sky grew pastel and brightened into full day.
- Hulking masses of architecture hung over her.
- The breeze fluttered leaves growing toward their summer ripeness.
- Flowers grew in abundance, spilling out of window boxes, baskets, pots, and from the dooryards.
- A fitful wind swirled dirt and exhaust fumes into a toxic soup.
- By the time she had left, it was overcast and pouring.
- The sky had gone black with the bruise of thick angry clouds. They expelled a low rumble. A cool breeze tossed her hair into a delicate dance. A lone drop of rain kissed her bare shoulder.
- Jagged silver flashes jabbed the coming night over the horizon.
- The darkening sky rumbled like an empty stomach.
Next time: Part 4: Extras. View all posts on the subject, or buy the book on Amazon – free on KU!
Thanks, Nicholas, for another great post on emotional beats!
Thank you so much, Linnea 😀
Another great list, Nicholas.
Thank you so much, Michelle 🙂
Thanks, Nicholas for this weather addition to Emotional Beats. 🙂 — Suzanne
“And it was raining. Not just any rain, but hosepipe rain, coming at me horizontally, as if unseen Firemen were hosing me down. I didn’t really feel able to continue forward, or to turn for home. I had to close my eyes against the debris lashing my face, and within seconds, I was wet through to the skin. I wasn’t in the ‘eye of the storm’, I was directly in the storm. And it felt very strange.”
But if my stomach was rumbling like darkening skies, I really would be worried! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.