Bullets of rain fell on the tin roof of our old Florida cracker house hailing the arrival of the hurricane.
(I don't get the metaphor in the above.) If, on the other hand, obedience is a straitjacket to you, why wear it?
The straitjacket wrapped Jay like a delinquent mother, showing him how to hug one's self and to cross arms.
He didn't particularly hate his delinquent mother - he just viewed her as you would view a child above you on a bridge who has just spat down your neck.
A grossly overspoild child is as void of common sense as a man lighting a match next to a fireworks shed.
Good similes everyone! An unstable person's emotions are like the spontaneity of a firework: they go off whenever they please.
I thought this was the metaphor game, not the simile game? Kim Jong Il is a spoiled teenage punk. You've got a kid with a serious attitude problem, someone who never plays by the rules and takes every opportunity to make other people miserable for their own amusement. The living room gets set on fire and - having been caught holding a lighter and a can of gas - the kid's parents ask him if he did it. The kid throws a fit, saying that everyone blames everything on him and that he's going to kill everyone because he hates the world and he doesn't care any more. Nobody has the heart to tell his parents that what the kid needs more than a hug is a proper flogging. The difference is Kim Jong Il really does have the means to kill everyone.
The bouncer deflected teenage punks from entering the grungy bar as adamantly as a sheet of plastic prevents the admission of chocolate milk.
The master barrister is the ringmaster of the courts, his various acts of daring and illusion performed in perfect synch to dazzle and amaze. And the crowd begs for more.
He smiled as the thousand babies below him begged for their bottles. His two jobs were alarmingly similar - he was a rockstar and a father.
