It's raining fish! by m. k. terry weather can be very strange. in 1943, the temperature in spearfish, south dakota went from -4 degrees to 45 degrees in just two minutes. there have been cases of thunder during a snowstorm. lightening has even been known to go up to the clouds rather than down to the ground. but have you ever heard of it raining fish? believe it or not, it has actually rained fish! well, kind of . . reports of fish falling from the sky have been reported as long ago as 200 bc in ancient greece. fish fell from the sky near thomasville, alabama, in 1957. in 2012, fish fell from the sky in sri lanka. there has even been a report of falling crabs in florida in 2013. it cannot really rain fish or even crabs. however, fish can fall from the sky. tornados that happen over water are called waterspouts. the spinning waterspout is kind of like a vacuum that sucks up water and anything that might be in the water. as the storm moves over land the waterspout falls apart. anything the waterspout sucked up will fall from the sky, which is why people living near water might think it is raining fish. weather can cause some pretty strange things to happen, but it sure makes for interesting reading! what are the two main ideas of this piece? weather can cause tornados over water. weather can sometimes be very unusual. people can see strange things because of the weather. people can sometimes hear thunder in snowstorms. people who lived in ancient times saw weird weather.

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Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

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