I guess I already did an assignment on this story accidentally and gave you my feeling on the story, that is was bad. Most of the story was about how the author became re-tuned to his past. The scene I believe you want us to describe starts on the last page and the first paragraph of that page. This is how I picture the scene. The day was partly cloudy but as time went on dark clouds rolled in, masking the sun's light. It appears to be as dark as early nightfall. The humidity is high, just like before any thunderstorm, so everything is damp and sticky. The wind tousled the trees and hair of children and disturbed the water. Boats rocked and then the rain came followed by dulled thunder. As the thunder grew louder lightning broke through the darkened sky. I imagine the swimmers were in the water up until the lightning so they began rushing out. Parents probably motioned or yelled for them because kids are stubborn when it comes to swimming in a storm. The darkness faded into blue again which gave an undeclared permission to the kids to go swimming again. They ran excitedly from their cabins into the lake. A few stayed out of the water to dance in the rain. Swimming was always more fun when it was already raining. Some parents made their kids stay inside, but only the few over-protective ones. The waves have gotten smaller and the lake stiller. The wind died down and now only a small breeze survived. Everything was quiet except for the few yells from the children and the cries of those who couldn't come back out. The area was calm, leaving no sign of a storm prior to that moment.

The picture White painted in Once More to the Lake was a picture that we all know and we all felt when we were children, at the lake he described. The lake itself is dirty but still has the sun shining on it and the woods are very sensual, you feel the heat and every stroke from every plant. The lake has a much more bright look while the woods look more of a mellow dark to represent the difference between tranquility and pure joy. The cabin has an old rustic look to it that makes it appear that is was just built in the dew of the mourn. The dirt road that leads to the dusty town is dark and filled with the feeling you get when a thunderstorm starts. The trees are all tall with a dark dignified green to show their seniority and the smell in the air is one that you canπt mistake for any other plant at any other time. The sky is a medium blue with only a few clouds in the sky and the sun seems to be a perfect circle. The ground itself is filled with wildlife and in the cabin windows you can see the still wet swimming trunks of the kids. The cabin doesnπt have a chimney, it had shutters and screens but the chimney is absent from the picture because the summertime is the only time people inhabit the sanctuary. The grass is longer and a light green because it gets the perfect amount of water, it is also in perfect condition because of the lack of life that inhibits it. The town in the distant appears old and even older fashioned. You get the feeling of a dayπs hard work every time you see the town from the cabin. The nights are refreshing and the days are thirst quenching. The lake is a darker blue-green but you can still see the shells in the water that we all thought were living clams when we were kids. When the picturesque moment comes when the sun and heat are setting together, you feel the peace of the woods, the excitement of the lake, and the piece of you that says, ≥Cant wait to do it again tomorrow.≤

A cloud filled sky became illuminated each time a bolt of lightening flashed so brilliantly across the dull and ominous sky. The camp remain to the narrator just as it had been when he was just a boy. The only change now of course was he himself. His boy stood as the next generation. He seemed in every aspect to be his father when at the lake. As the lighting stopped flashing he rain began to fall more gently. The image created at this point is one of near peace which is highly contrasted to the dramatic scene just preceding it. As all of the inhabitants around the pond begin to emerge from their homes the rain would fall gently upon them. This rain though would not be falling in sheets but rather more of a gently sprinkle. All are smiling due to the peace that comes after a storm. As the boy goes to the clothesline to get his swimming trunks the look upon the narrator`s face is one of the purest kind of joy. He looks at his son and sees himself. He feels his childhood coming alive again through his son. In the picture all would be blissful on the face of the narrator and his son would have to have the same look upon his face. This would show their connection. I think that a picture is very easy to imagine or draw that would be based upon the text. The author puts great detain into his writing because he seems very genuine with his descriptions as though it is a true story he is retelling with all of the original passion he felt at the moment he was at the lake yet again. It seems as though he intended for the reader to picture the scene and to soak up the peaceful feeling that is being described of the time after the storm.