To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

Maya Angelou
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In this quote from Ray Bradbury, Ray describes how he thinks of his mother as a hurricane. She is strong and powerful, unpredictable and destructive. Ray sees her as a rainbow that starts out dark and ends up bright.

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