Sheets and blankets and heavy thick comforters of water crashed down from above. Regiments of shoulder abreast droplets shattered and broke rank as they landed. A torrent from the lip of a glass, tilted slightly in a gesture of indication, that drowned the corner of the table and slipped down onto the floor.
There was a downpour of rain one dreary night. i saw his face in the window, while his hands fell down the glass, the moisture from them dripping slowly down. He whispered something gently. Something I couldnt hear, nor could I make out from his dry lips. He whispered it again. And then he left. He left his words on the glass pane along with me outside of it
it was raining vry hard. myhair was all wet. yhe house was getting wasted and destroyed wtoh all the water. i aw people drowing in the wwater nad being flushed into the gully, were giant alligators were waiting to feast on their fles while tianeous hyenas were around ating everything elsea nd eating each ote
she looked out over the fields surrounding the farm, the rain slashing at the window; pounding the ground. suddenly, he slipped in through the door, his hair rumpled, his face wet. “it’s a downpour out there!” he laughed, taking off his rain coat. “it’s a downpour in here, too.” a tear rolled down her cheek.
It was raining the day that my mother passed away. I was sitting on the porch, drinking lemonade and downing a turkey sub when my cell phone rang. It was my sister and she was crying. I almost choked when I heard the news, “mom’s dead” she said matter of factly.
The rain came down in sheets.
And sideways.
The girl’s blonde hair stuck to her high cheekbones
like seaweed.
You could see her wild eye peering out of her yellow hood.
She hated the downpour more than anything.
I’m crushed by a downpour of emotion every time I see you. Every time you cross my path. It’s like I want to kiss you and kill you and sweep you up in my arms and never let you go and then tell you to leave and never come back ever again. You’re killing me, slowly, painfully, it cannot possibly be good for one person to feel so much!
As the tears streamed down her face in a downpour, she inhaled, desperate for a catch of breath. “Pl-please don’t,” she begged, writhing for her life. Her life was her boyfriend. Unfortunate luck.
when it is raining there can be a downpour of water. this will consist of a heavy sky which breaks and causes lots of rain to fall. usully these are large drops of water and
It was just a downpour, but it threatened in a strange way. Floods were a possibility, but worse was that he would be put off coming. He had a thing about rain, she knew. At some time in his distant past a downpour had done something awful to him.
Sometimes a downpour comes as a relief when rain has been absent for a long period of time. Downpours don’t have to be rain. You can have a downpour of just about anything. So it all depends on what is pouring down!
Everything floods at once.
Be it emotion.
Or water.
When it rains, it pours.
I had no real choice, not now. The decision was made for me as soon as he decided to run. I lifted the gun, a small chink of metal told me the bullet was in place.
It was torrential, once again she could not stop the tears from flowing. Down, down, down they trickled slowly making their way from her eyes to her lips.
The downpour of his words came over her. The truth was wet and cold and obvious now, and she tried to reel back into her home of comfort and security, to get away from the truth. The downpour was now her tears.
cats and dogs when it rains it pours cats are afraid of rain rain coats 50s singing in the rain puddle rain boots wet dog wagging fur running umbrellas cabs traffic new york lightning
When the tears seeped through the blindfold of my fingers, I know that it’s useless to plaster the upturned frown I was donning the whole day. Then I heard the sobs of the thunderclouds outside, followed by the loud splatter of rain. The roofs and the pavements were slippery with tears. I smiled through my sadness, because at the moment I know I’m not alone. The sky is an empath.
there was a downpour of rain hitting the wood porch in front of the beautiful pale yellow house. the air was misty and the clouds were low. everyone was sitting out watching and listening to the beautiful sound of the rain hitting the ground. no one liked anything better than a downpour.
I rushed through the torrential downpour, fumbling with the icy handle of my umbrella that refused to open. My drenched hair stuck to my forehead, half-blinding me as I splashed through the grey city streets.
the rain fell in a heavy down pour. she could see the drops streaming down the window as she looked into the city’s lights. seeing the rain reminded her of everything she has lost, everything she had given up. the drops dripped down the glass and she watched the tears drip down her face.
Then came the downpour of disappointment. I failed both parts of my driving test. I worked SO hard on the maneuverability for a week! I drove everywhere in my mom’s monster car. But I still just got nervous and failed. I feel so stupid. Next time, I’m taking it in my car.
I went outside when it was just
a drizzle,
stood in front of
the door
watching,
waiting
i didn’t notice that after
the first
hour
i was standing in a downpour
i just carried on,
watching,
waiting
it was cold
but just as my toes were
turning numb,
i ran towards
the dark
figure
coming at me from the
apple tree
fast,
faster
until we were nose to nose
until i was drowning in the water
my tears and the
rain intertwined in the wind
until i felt blind and
emotionless
I’m just writing. I have a downpour of saudades for my friends and brother and sisters. An only child but blood is not my requirement for siblings. Never has been. A downpour of sadness, is followed by a downpour of prayer and after that happiness because I have asked for all the bad to end.
The rain is torrential. It makes me afraid of what is to come. The window shudders behind its impact and my body mirrors it. I don’t know what to do about everything that is going on, but I know I have to try my best.
lots of rain freshness and rejuvenation. new and happy. smell, light, washing away everything a new beginning. can be volatile and hostile and sometimes scary but the downpour brings a new hope for something fresh and wonderful and exciting.
It was raining Jack could feel the dampth is his bones. Could it be her? Could have she returned fo him? Could all off his dreams come true? Jack watched the window as it fogged up by his heavy breathe. He saw the figure emerge from the fog. It was her. But she had something more to say than “I love you”
the rain fell and fell and fell. It was tough to walk against the barrage of water which seemed to come in from two directions. Rain and sea water whirling together into a thick wall of water. Making it tougher and tougher to get home. This was the worst it has ever been round me
I love when it rains but really the best part is the downpour. All you can hear is the rain hitting the roof and you know that if you go outside that you don’t stand a change of staying completely dry; even that short trek to your car is a danger. So you just go back to bed or lay down on the couch and enjoy how beautiful the sounds you are hearing.
The downpour went unheeded as I stood out in it, head down, concentrating on my surroundings. There was lightening so therefore no thunder. The only sound was the falling rain. I waited. I was being hunted and I knew the rain wouldn’t stop the predator. And suddenly a stick cracked in the darkness. I whirled toward it, pulling my revolvers and firing eleven shots toward it, leaving one bullet in case I missed. I listened to the rain for long moments until I finally heard the body of my assailant fall into the mud.
Sheets and blankets and heavy thick comforters of water crashed down from above. Regiments of shoulder abreast droplets shattered and broke rank as they landed. A torrent from the lip of a glass, tilted slightly in a gesture of indication, that drowned the corner of the table and slipped down onto the floor.
There was a downpour of rain one dreary night. i saw his face in the window, while his hands fell down the glass, the moisture from them dripping slowly down. He whispered something gently. Something I couldnt hear, nor could I make out from his dry lips. He whispered it again. And then he left. He left his words on the glass pane along with me outside of it
it was raining vry hard. myhair was all wet. yhe house was getting wasted and destroyed wtoh all the water. i aw people drowing in the wwater nad being flushed into the gully, were giant alligators were waiting to feast on their fles while tianeous hyenas were around ating everything elsea nd eating each ote
she looked out over the fields surrounding the farm, the rain slashing at the window; pounding the ground. suddenly, he slipped in through the door, his hair rumpled, his face wet. “it’s a downpour out there!” he laughed, taking off his rain coat. “it’s a downpour in here, too.” a tear rolled down her cheek.
It was raining the day that my mother passed away. I was sitting on the porch, drinking lemonade and downing a turkey sub when my cell phone rang. It was my sister and she was crying. I almost choked when I heard the news, “mom’s dead” she said matter of factly.
The rain came down in sheets.
And sideways.
The girl’s blonde hair stuck to her high cheekbones
like seaweed.
You could see her wild eye peering out of her yellow hood.
She hated the downpour more than anything.
I’m crushed by a downpour of emotion every time I see you. Every time you cross my path. It’s like I want to kiss you and kill you and sweep you up in my arms and never let you go and then tell you to leave and never come back ever again. You’re killing me, slowly, painfully, it cannot possibly be good for one person to feel so much!
As the tears streamed down her face in a downpour, she inhaled, desperate for a catch of breath. “Pl-please don’t,” she begged, writhing for her life. Her life was her boyfriend. Unfortunate luck.
when it is raining there can be a downpour of water. this will consist of a heavy sky which breaks and causes lots of rain to fall. usully these are large drops of water and
It was just a downpour, but it threatened in a strange way. Floods were a possibility, but worse was that he would be put off coming. He had a thing about rain, she knew. At some time in his distant past a downpour had done something awful to him.
Rain water wet clouds storm ahh let’s go inside rainboots umbrella windshield wipers jacket wind thunder lightning where’s my mom cookies kids playground flood tsunami let’s fuck soro
Sometimes a downpour comes as a relief when rain has been absent for a long period of time. Downpours don’t have to be rain. You can have a downpour of just about anything. So it all depends on what is pouring down!
Frogs fall, their amphibian limbs slapping at my face, the warts exfoliating my tired, dirty skin. Tonight, we will eat.
I don’t know what it means… I’m not so good in english… I’m just 11 years old
Everything floods at once.
Be it emotion.
Or water.
When it rains, it pours.
I had no real choice, not now. The decision was made for me as soon as he decided to run. I lifted the gun, a small chink of metal told me the bullet was in place.
It was torrential, once again she could not stop the tears from flowing. Down, down, down they trickled slowly making their way from her eyes to her lips.
The downpour of his words came over her. The truth was wet and cold and obvious now, and she tried to reel back into her home of comfort and security, to get away from the truth. The downpour was now her tears.
I love rain.
cats and dogs when it rains it pours cats are afraid of rain rain coats 50s singing in the rain puddle rain boots wet dog wagging fur running umbrellas cabs traffic new york lightning
When the tears seeped through the blindfold of my fingers, I know that it’s useless to plaster the upturned frown I was donning the whole day. Then I heard the sobs of the thunderclouds outside, followed by the loud splatter of rain. The roofs and the pavements were slippery with tears. I smiled through my sadness, because at the moment I know I’m not alone. The sky is an empath.
There was a downpour whilst we were on a tiny island at the airport.
there was a downpour of rain hitting the wood porch in front of the beautiful pale yellow house. the air was misty and the clouds were low. everyone was sitting out watching and listening to the beautiful sound of the rain hitting the ground. no one liked anything better than a downpour.
I rushed through the torrential downpour, fumbling with the icy handle of my umbrella that refused to open. My drenched hair stuck to my forehead, half-blinding me as I splashed through the grey city streets.
The downpour of my tears flood the room.
Plates break, glasses crack.
The downpour of my tears flood the room.
I drown.
the rain fell in a heavy down pour. she could see the drops streaming down the window as she looked into the city’s lights. seeing the rain reminded her of everything she has lost, everything she had given up. the drops dripped down the glass and she watched the tears drip down her face.
Then came the downpour of disappointment. I failed both parts of my driving test. I worked SO hard on the maneuverability for a week! I drove everywhere in my mom’s monster car. But I still just got nervous and failed. I feel so stupid. Next time, I’m taking it in my car.
ti ta ti tati
ti ti ro le ro
fingerprints within
raindrops without
suburban Howick, Auckland, New Zealand
greenery
te re re
ro
ri
go in peace
I went outside when it was just
a drizzle,
stood in front of
the door
watching,
waiting
i didn’t notice that after
the first
hour
i was standing in a downpour
i just carried on,
watching,
waiting
it was cold
but just as my toes were
turning numb,
i ran towards
the dark
figure
coming at me from the
apple tree
fast,
faster
until we were nose to nose
until i was drowning in the water
my tears and the
rain intertwined in the wind
until i felt blind and
emotionless
a downpour of feelings spilling from my soul
wash away my security, wash away my goals.
I’m just writing. I have a downpour of saudades for my friends and brother and sisters. An only child but blood is not my requirement for siblings. Never has been. A downpour of sadness, is followed by a downpour of prayer and after that happiness because I have asked for all the bad to end.
The rain is torrential. It makes me afraid of what is to come. The window shudders behind its impact and my body mirrors it. I don’t know what to do about everything that is going on, but I know I have to try my best.
lots of rain freshness and rejuvenation. new and happy. smell, light, washing away everything a new beginning. can be volatile and hostile and sometimes scary but the downpour brings a new hope for something fresh and wonderful and exciting.
I sit on the patio, smelling the crisp wet, enjoying the patter in my ears and the deluge before my eyes. This moment is a range of emotions.
Yesterday’s downpour continued today. Umbrellas, rainwater and 26ºC in Manila; nostalgia, coziness and your arms in the country of my mind.
It was raining Jack could feel the dampth is his bones. Could it be her? Could have she returned fo him? Could all off his dreams come true? Jack watched the window as it fogged up by his heavy breathe. He saw the figure emerge from the fog. It was her. But she had something more to say than “I love you”
the rain fell and fell and fell. It was tough to walk against the barrage of water which seemed to come in from two directions. Rain and sea water whirling together into a thick wall of water. Making it tougher and tougher to get home. This was the worst it has ever been round me
I love when it rains but really the best part is the downpour. All you can hear is the rain hitting the roof and you know that if you go outside that you don’t stand a change of staying completely dry; even that short trek to your car is a danger. So you just go back to bed or lay down on the couch and enjoy how beautiful the sounds you are hearing.
I got caught in the downpour and felt like a drowned rat. Mouillée!
thundering, heavy downpour like a beating drum on bare skin in the streets
The downpour went unheeded as I stood out in it, head down, concentrating on my surroundings. There was lightening so therefore no thunder. The only sound was the falling rain. I waited. I was being hunted and I knew the rain wouldn’t stop the predator. And suddenly a stick cracked in the darkness. I whirled toward it, pulling my revolvers and firing eleven shots toward it, leaving one bullet in case I missed. I listened to the rain for long moments until I finally heard the body of my assailant fall into the mud.