Setting Descriptions You have 10 minutes to write

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Setting Descriptions You have 10 minutes to write a first person narrative of someone walking in heavy rain. Do Now Setting Descriptions What makes a good piece of descriptive writing? Checking Understanding How has this writer created a

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Setting Descriptions You have 10 minutes to write a first person narrative of someone walking in heavy rain. Do Now<br>
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Setting Descriptions What makes a good piece of descriptive writing? Checking Understanding<br>
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How has this writer created a successful description? Storms brewed on the emotionless horizon promising nothing but winds to level even the mightiest of trees. Torrential rain poured down in icy sheets like needles upon my face. The wind didn’t howl, it screamed. The rain was not falling: it was driven, hard, merciless, torrential. The trees did not sway, they creaked, bent and moaned as their fine limbs were ripped away and their autumnal leaves became not confetti, but ammunition in the gale.
A car came out of nowhere and drove right through a puddle that was doing a very good impression of a miniature lake. I was jolted out of my reverie and was dazed and drenched to the bone. Mastery<br>