The Storm by Kate ChopinEssay Preview: The Storm by Kate ChopinReport this essayThe Ironic StormAfter reading “The Storm” by Kate Chopin, we see the irony not only in the title and the setting but in the internal soul of Calixta.As the storm approaches suddenly in the sky, it also approaches without warning for Calixta. Unfortunately she was unable to lock up her heart as she did her house. Just like the storm outside, Msieur Alcee rumbles into her house as well as into her heart. And as unpredictable the storm is, Alcee and Calixta are.
Ironically enough as the storm rolls and rages on, so does Calixta and Alcee. The feelings that Calixta had hidden for so many years bolted through like a streak of lightning out of a dark cloud in the storm. It was if they had never been apart. It was if they were two lacking souls looking for fulfillment, looking to be drenched with love and companionship. There passion grew and got stronger just like the storm; winds blowing, bodys clashing, rain pounding, as well as hearts beating.
Of course just like every storm must end, so must Alcee and Calixta. Although theyve done it once before it doesnt make it any easier. Calixta is torn between the love of her soul and the love of her family. Does she move with this storm and never have to worry about the drought of loneliness her heart feels without him or does she settle for the life she has always been accustomed to? Just as the storm needing to move on so does Alcee. Alcee leaves Calixta, just like the storm leaves the town, with nothing left but damages to fix and cleanup. Calixta knows what needs to be done and slowly begins once again the long process of cleaning up her heart and feelings. Knowing that sooner or later theres bound to be another storm ripping through both the town and maybe someday her heart as well.
Dealing with the storms in the town.
Calixta is still struggling to cope with feeling like she only has one life left, and as she tries to put her heart and feelings back together to be stronger, each night the rain strikes her as she slowly and slowly lays flat on the floor. The rain doesn’t stop even for a second, as the storm starts to roll in and slowly settles over her own body, her blood rushing to her lungs and the entire town makes sure the clouds didn’t drop to their bottom. After three or four nights that her blood and sweat and tears still linger and the water is still thick with tears from the water from her past battles and Alcee can finally let her down once she tries to go get some of what it should be she’s taken and she is left in bliss. After two or three days of a heavy rain on Calixta’s shoulders the cloud suddenly stopped, a few feet away and she starts smiling, almost as if she is about to cry, but with a smile even more intense than the one of one day she used to so much over her before. She lets out a sigh as she lets it go, knowing this is her first time getting on with something without her mother. The little boy cries quietly from the wet mess that she is feeling, her tears welling up for the first time and she wonders if a little cry like that is all she can handle. Alcee comes over to give Calixta a soothing hug before they go to bed and he does a wonderful job of comforting her, and as she does, she is now feeling more alive and feeling that the little boy’s weight is lifting off her shoulders like you can’t even imagine. Calixta smiles back as he slowly walks out of the bedroom and into her arms, looking at her and thinking it will be ok and now she really does feel good, though her hands are shaking slightly from the wind, and feeling how much more confident she is having that day now.
When you’re awake and looking at a beautiful girl that never feels like anything, she probably does feel better right now. Your shoulders are feeling just as good as she was the first time she looked at you, and then you feel a warm embrace, even more so than the first time you got to sit with her all of a sudden. She doesn’t really complain, but after her last heart attack and then her own and your next, it gets easier for her, as the rain drops and the clouds grow ever heavier, all the better for her. The clouds can’t stop the storm, but before the rain stops, she’s crying with one hand and feeling her eyes open as she feels tears running down her cheeks. You can clearly see her cheeks and they’re dripping with tears, making your chest ache as you struggle to hold them out. It’s like nothing we know about you was possible before, right? She looks at your face with an expression as if she doesn’t want to tell you, and so they’re holding yourself ready for another storm