I think it’s part of a reading??
Simile because it has “like” in it.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Harlem is a poem by Langston Hughes.
The answer would be A. As the doors creaked open the sun’s rays almost blinded him. This is the only option that has a mention of nature.
