find figurative language here and tell me what they are what device

Question

A woman.
She sat on a bench beside the duck-shooting gallery. A woman in black. A
young woman but with an age of history written on her face. The brash Sydney
sun, while it tap danced on the bench beside her, was unable to penetrate the
dark folds of her dress. As we rounded to her level, her eyes met mine. I was
struck by the sheer nakedness, the vulnerability, of her bare face framed by
dark curls. On that face, tears glistened like diamonds.
She was crying – no, this was deeper, more regal somehow. Not a snivelling
cry for help, a wet, sniffling, slurry of tears. It was different. The woman was …
weeping. Shoulders hunched, body shuddering, lips parted slightly, emitting a
deep, keening note. There was something darkly compelling about this woman
and her display of emotion, incongruous in such a grossly bright, bustling
place.
“So where to now?” Jane’s excitement was, for once, not so infectious.
“Shooting gallery,” I mumbled absent-mindedly.
We fell into line behind a wailing little boy who, with nose dribbling into his fairy
floss, clawed at his mother’s leg with sticky insistence. She paid him scant
attention, yet when his screeches reached an alarming decibel, irritably
slapped his hand away. I noticed a quick flash of guilty embarrassment slide
across her face as she looked up, drawn by the sight of the weeping woman’s
shuddering shoulders.
By now, the woman had begun to attract interest. It was as though a message
had rippled through Luna Park; perhaps the clowns whispered it to the
children, the carousel horses whinnied to their riders, and the giant mouth
shouted for all to hear: “There’s a woman down at the shooting gallery,
weeping. No one can stop her.”
“Look at her,” Jane mused in a low voice. “What has she got to cry about? Did
you see the size of the rock on her finger?” she added, with little empathy.
The line inched forward. An old woman joined the queue behind us, a sneer
pinching its way across her parchment-like face as she eyed the woman warily

Answer 1

Figurative language:

1. "The brash Sydney sun, while it tap danced on the bench beside her" - personification (giving human qualities to the sun)
2. "Tears glistened like diamonds" - simile (comparing tears to diamonds)
3. "She was crying – no, this was deeper, more regal somehow" - metaphor (comparing the woman's crying to royalty)
4. "Shoulders hunched, body shuddering, lips parted slightly, emitting a deep, keening note" - imagery (creating a vivid picture of the woman's appearance and actions)
5. "It was as though a message had rippled through Luna Park" - simile (comparing the spread of information to a ripple)
6. "the carousel horses whinnied to their riders" - personification (giving horses the ability to communicate)
7. "a sneer pinching its way across her parchment-like face" - metaphor (comparing the woman's face to parchment)