The downpour roared in her ears, drowning out every noise as it drowned out every feature of the earth beneath her feet. It came on so suddenly, so furiously, soaking everything to the core. Then, as though some celestial tap had been turned off, it stopped just as suddenly, its anger spent, lying about in haphazard puddles. The water beaded off the trees, dripping from needles and leaves in a tripping, dripping rhythm. The birds they sheltered during the storm emerged shortly thereafter, filling the void left by the downpour’s departure with twittering and birdsong. They hopped through the mud and grass and pecked at the sodden earth to dig up drowned worms, grateful for this feast in whatever way they were cognitively capable. Crisp leaves crunched beneath wayward drops of water, small rivers formed from pools of water, running back to their source, animals emerged to observe the bounty they had been given. The forest filled with a natural melody, a celebration for the generous gift of water they had received.
i was waiting for the downpour to end so i could reach back home and talk to him about my wonderful adventures around the rajouri…i loved him till my last breath.
It’s a sudden downpour of emotions, and explosion within that you can’t control. Once a month. The breakdown. The night in which life becomes clear and you cannot handle it. It’s been happening to me less and less, maybe because I know he’s no longer there to help me through. Maybe because I know he no longer cares. Or maybe he does, but he isn’t showing it very well anymore. But hopefully, it’s been fading because I’m finally beginning to understand myself. Hopefully. Hopefully.
It was raining harder than Maude had ever seen before. Little drops pushed their way through the solid roof of Timoth Manor, splashing onto the floor, dripping like waterfalls. She was used to the noise, having been in Holding. But Porter was not. His annoyance was clearly written upon his delicate features and he was an absolute pain to be around. She desperately wished that Isaac might show up and save her from him.
I first think of rain. But then I think of my life how I let everything just build up. how I dont tell anyone how Im feeling or how Im mad at what they have done. I just want everyone to be happy and everything to be okay. I need to learn that its okay to be what I want or not be what i want. And I need to find someone that can take my downpour of feelings
The best feeling in the world is that of being caught in a downpour. I love the scent of rain, how it exposes everything about me. There’s a feeling of sincerity that comes with a downpour, and I would love to one day kiss in the rain. How refreshing.
rain pounding on the windows outside. you are asleep in your warm, comfortable bed. the rain is soothing and encourages you to sleep, faller deeper, dream sweeter, dream, dream. when you awake, you are so rested and the sound of the rain is so therapeutic, you are compelled to go outside in only your pyjamas, and dance in the rain, the only thing you can think about it happiness, love, frienship, the rain, the freedom.
Sounds like pouring something down…but I honestly don’t know what it means. I don’t speak English as my first language so there are a lot of words I don’t know and have never heard. Spanish is my first language and there are words even in Spanish that I’ve never heard…I don’t know what downpour is.
Rain comes in a downpour. It can destroy many things if need be. Though also lava csaan come in a downpour, which would kill everything ever known. Even dinosaurs.
there was a downpour of snails over the small french city. one young businessman named pierre had just got out of work and looked up at the clouds only to see a parade of snails descending from the clouds like a barrage of raindrops. it was the greatest day of his life.
The downpour always comes eventually.
so heavy and never ending
and the sunshine is so deceiving.
all it ever does is make me paranoid
for the next downpour to start.
A steady rain ruined my walk to the store. I had no means of getting there, but I’ll be damned if I would stop now. Too bad I didn’t know that it would turn into a torrential downpour so quickly. I really wish I would’ve brought a jacket.
I feel the rain washing over my body. Sprinkling, it starts. The excitement begins. Suddenly. Soaking wet. I feel it beating so hard upon my skin. And I smile. I am anew again.
I raise my hands to the sky, my head facing upwards, the downpour of rain drenching me. Water drips off my face, my nose, my lips, my fingertips. Rainwater runs like tears down my cheeks. My clothes soaked, stick like paste to my skin.
I write in fits and starts. When I’m busy and engaged with other things, it’s a writing desert. Now, I’m waiting, bored, slightly insane and teetering on the edge of completely. I started writing a trickle for diversion. As the clouds of impatience and wondering gather and tease me, it becomes a downpour. Get out the umbrella & gum boots.
When it rains, it pours… And that doesn’t just happen when it rains. Emotions are a downpour as well. A person can go from an unemotional youth to an overly emotional adult at the drop of a hat. Once those feelings start, they just keep coming. Embrace it – the puddles can be fun to jump in later!
The downpour of events at school is crushing me. I can’t keep up anymore. I try to enjoy myself, but it’s too much, I’m ready to sacrifice my A’s for D’s
It hasn’t downpoured much recently. We really do need the rain though. We need the sort of rain like in the notebook- where it just started raining and then just kept going, and heavy. And then maybe in that rain I would have the guts to kiss him. I’d kiss him in the rain. And then things would be okay. Maybe. I wish.
Don’t let the storm stop us. We’re stronger than this, you know it.
Let there be thunder, lightning, hurricane and mud; but nothing can bring us down.
Together, we have nothing to worry about.
The sky fell down till the eyes could see no more. The down pour of the souls lost in translation left Emil lost and hallow. If only he knew why things ended up this way. If only he knew why he felt so hopeless.
The rain fell from the soft grey clouds; the heavy drops would fall and hit the windows of her house. Small amounts of water would escape in through the cracks, left from years without maintenance.
Tears and rain. Usually interchangable somehow. When you cry in the shower it’s a double downpour but it’s an invsible one. Rain pounding on rainforest leaves. Huge puddles growing in the mud.
It was down pouring at my house. I couldn’t stand the rain. One day I decided to go out in my red rain boots and matching umbrella. It was fun splashing through the puddles. After that day, I decided that I liked the rain.
Torrential.
Blazing.
Im practically drowning in this fiery downpour.
All of it is thrust on me at one tiny moment,
like the levee broke.
I cant see through this rain…
or is it tears?
This reminds me of rain. Rain of emotions. Sadness,happiness, joy, all at once. Downpours of emotions confuse me, make me feel good, and tear me apart all at once. It’s like the downpour causes a flood and I don’t know what to do with all the emotion left on the floor of my mind.
Ah, yesssssss, it seems you cannot avoid the raining and pouring. It seems I have weathered the storms……for now. Narrowly averted. Keep thinkin I need it tattooed.
Raindrops spattered on the rooftop
I smiled inside,
Despite floods,
I do love the rain
I love it with all my heart, as much as I’ll ever love anything…
I love the rain.
I studied each individual rain drop splattered abstractly on my window from the downpour. Each rain drop was unique. It had it’s own story. Each one came from a different body of water, foreign to the other.
the rain came as a heavy down pour as she quietly watched out her window. she was seven. she wondered if when it rained, it rained all over the world. the world seems like such a big place when your seven.
rain is coming down, far away. its a downpour of love and feelings, of hate and evil, of anguish and ambiguity. so i guess its about the water that come down.
Responsibility rained torrents upon desire, trying to overwhelm it with a downpour of distraction, yet the flame failed to waver, leaving the man’s absence resonating within her. So this is what it was to pine.
I was caught in the downpour at 3 AM, but I didn’t care. All I thought of was you, and where you were, and how I was going to get there. The woods were spooky and grey, and the cars’ headlights were blurred by the rain as I walked along the highway. The water soaked into my shoes. I knew you were just up ahead, or at least, I hoped.
The downpour roared in her ears, drowning out every noise as it drowned out every feature of the earth beneath her feet. It came on so suddenly, so furiously, soaking everything to the core. Then, as though some celestial tap had been turned off, it stopped just as suddenly, its anger spent, lying about in haphazard puddles. The water beaded off the trees, dripping from needles and leaves in a tripping, dripping rhythm. The birds they sheltered during the storm emerged shortly thereafter, filling the void left by the downpour’s departure with twittering and birdsong. They hopped through the mud and grass and pecked at the sodden earth to dig up drowned worms, grateful for this feast in whatever way they were cognitively capable. Crisp leaves crunched beneath wayward drops of water, small rivers formed from pools of water, running back to their source, animals emerged to observe the bounty they had been given. The forest filled with a natural melody, a celebration for the generous gift of water they had received.
I took shelter in the cave for half an hour. The note in the dead girl’s pocket said “REJECTED REJECTED REJECTED.”
i was waiting for the downpour to end so i could reach back home and talk to him about my wonderful adventures around the rajouri…i loved him till my last breath.
It’s a sudden downpour of emotions, and explosion within that you can’t control. Once a month. The breakdown. The night in which life becomes clear and you cannot handle it. It’s been happening to me less and less, maybe because I know he’s no longer there to help me through. Maybe because I know he no longer cares. Or maybe he does, but he isn’t showing it very well anymore. But hopefully, it’s been fading because I’m finally beginning to understand myself. Hopefully. Hopefully.
It was raining harder than Maude had ever seen before. Little drops pushed their way through the solid roof of Timoth Manor, splashing onto the floor, dripping like waterfalls. She was used to the noise, having been in Holding. But Porter was not. His annoyance was clearly written upon his delicate features and he was an absolute pain to be around. She desperately wished that Isaac might show up and save her from him.
I first think of rain. But then I think of my life how I let everything just build up. how I dont tell anyone how Im feeling or how Im mad at what they have done. I just want everyone to be happy and everything to be okay. I need to learn that its okay to be what I want or not be what i want. And I need to find someone that can take my downpour of feelings
its raining out. like cats and dogs. I dont know the last time I’ve seen it rain like this. its so wet out. I want to splash in the puddles tomorrow.
The best feeling in the world is that of being caught in a downpour. I love the scent of rain, how it exposes everything about me. There’s a feeling of sincerity that comes with a downpour, and I would love to one day kiss in the rain. How refreshing.
The rain fell fron the grey stormclouds, each drop like a bullet hitting my skin. I was drenched, soaked to the skin from this tumultuous downpour.
And suddenly it hit her all at once. The reality of her current situation, the truth of the past, the inevitability of what was to take place.
rain pounding on the windows outside. you are asleep in your warm, comfortable bed. the rain is soothing and encourages you to sleep, faller deeper, dream sweeter, dream, dream. when you awake, you are so rested and the sound of the rain is so therapeutic, you are compelled to go outside in only your pyjamas, and dance in the rain, the only thing you can think about it happiness, love, frienship, the rain, the freedom.
Sounds like pouring something down…but I honestly don’t know what it means. I don’t speak English as my first language so there are a lot of words I don’t know and have never heard. Spanish is my first language and there are words even in Spanish that I’ve never heard…I don’t know what downpour is.
Rain comes in a downpour. It can destroy many things if need be. Though also lava csaan come in a downpour, which would kill everything ever known. Even dinosaurs.
there was a downpour of snails over the small french city. one young businessman named pierre had just got out of work and looked up at the clouds only to see a parade of snails descending from the clouds like a barrage of raindrops. it was the greatest day of his life.
The downpour always comes eventually.
so heavy and never ending
and the sunshine is so deceiving.
all it ever does is make me paranoid
for the next downpour to start.
Feels heavy, feels cold, mixed elations. Where is it all coming from? I have no clue, she said.
A steady rain ruined my walk to the store. I had no means of getting there, but I’ll be damned if I would stop now. Too bad I didn’t know that it would turn into a torrential downpour so quickly. I really wish I would’ve brought a jacket.
I feel the rain washing over my body. Sprinkling, it starts. The excitement begins. Suddenly. Soaking wet. I feel it beating so hard upon my skin. And I smile. I am anew again.
I raise my hands to the sky, my head facing upwards, the downpour of rain drenching me. Water drips off my face, my nose, my lips, my fingertips. Rainwater runs like tears down my cheeks. My clothes soaked, stick like paste to my skin.
I write in fits and starts. When I’m busy and engaged with other things, it’s a writing desert. Now, I’m waiting, bored, slightly insane and teetering on the edge of completely. I started writing a trickle for diversion. As the clouds of impatience and wondering gather and tease me, it becomes a downpour. Get out the umbrella & gum boots.
When it rains, it pours… And that doesn’t just happen when it rains. Emotions are a downpour as well. A person can go from an unemotional youth to an overly emotional adult at the drop of a hat. Once those feelings start, they just keep coming. Embrace it – the puddles can be fun to jump in later!
The downpour of events at school is crushing me. I can’t keep up anymore. I try to enjoy myself, but it’s too much, I’m ready to sacrifice my A’s for D’s
It hasn’t downpoured much recently. We really do need the rain though. We need the sort of rain like in the notebook- where it just started raining and then just kept going, and heavy. And then maybe in that rain I would have the guts to kiss him. I’d kiss him in the rain. And then things would be okay. Maybe. I wish.
Don’t let the storm stop us. We’re stronger than this, you know it.
Let there be thunder, lightning, hurricane and mud; but nothing can bring us down.
Together, we have nothing to worry about.
The sky fell down till the eyes could see no more. The down pour of the souls lost in translation left Emil lost and hallow. If only he knew why things ended up this way. If only he knew why he felt so hopeless.
The rain fell from the soft grey clouds; the heavy drops would fall and hit the windows of her house. Small amounts of water would escape in through the cracks, left from years without maintenance.
flood a depressing flood that cleans yet dirties the area or mind
Tears and rain. Usually interchangable somehow. When you cry in the shower it’s a double downpour but it’s an invsible one. Rain pounding on rainforest leaves. Huge puddles growing in the mud.
It was down pouring at my house. I couldn’t stand the rain. One day I decided to go out in my red rain boots and matching umbrella. It was fun splashing through the puddles. After that day, I decided that I liked the rain.
Torrential.
Blazing.
Im practically drowning in this fiery downpour.
All of it is thrust on me at one tiny moment,
like the levee broke.
I cant see through this rain…
or is it tears?
This reminds me of rain. Rain of emotions. Sadness,happiness, joy, all at once. Downpours of emotions confuse me, make me feel good, and tear me apart all at once. It’s like the downpour causes a flood and I don’t know what to do with all the emotion left on the floor of my mind.
Ah, yesssssss, it seems you cannot avoid the raining and pouring. It seems I have weathered the storms……for now. Narrowly averted. Keep thinkin I need it tattooed.
Raindrops spattered on the rooftop
I smiled inside,
Despite floods,
I do love the rain
I love it with all my heart, as much as I’ll ever love anything…
I love the rain.
I studied each individual rain drop splattered abstractly on my window from the downpour. Each rain drop was unique. It had it’s own story. Each one came from a different body of water, foreign to the other.
the rain came as a heavy down pour as she quietly watched out her window. she was seven. she wondered if when it rained, it rained all over the world. the world seems like such a big place when your seven.
rain is coming down, far away. its a downpour of love and feelings, of hate and evil, of anguish and ambiguity. so i guess its about the water that come down.
I had an umbrella,
but i didn’t use it.
Responsibility rained torrents upon desire, trying to overwhelm it with a downpour of distraction, yet the flame failed to waver, leaving the man’s absence resonating within her. So this is what it was to pine.
I was caught in the downpour at 3 AM, but I didn’t care. All I thought of was you, and where you were, and how I was going to get there. The woods were spooky and grey, and the cars’ headlights were blurred by the rain as I walked along the highway. The water soaked into my shoes. I knew you were just up ahead, or at least, I hoped.
the day was only beginning and the sky opened up and soaked the dog and his master…What were they doing out walking at 430