Ein Regenguss – das fehlt uns zur Zeit. Anstelle des fiesen, miesen Nieselregens, der sich wie ein Schleier auf die Brillengläser und ins Haar legt und alles kalt, klamm und ungemütlich zurücklässt. Ich wünsche mir den Sommer zurück, mit einem ordentlichen Gewitter, das uns anschließend die Sonne wiederbringt!
the sun was no where to be seen. the rain was coming down in sheets downpouring into the streets and the gutters washing away the street trash and carring it down stream. out and out the trash went.
when everything is coming down on your head that you worked so hard to bring up and create. when everything falls apart.
Ryan
Living in Oregon, there is one thing you get used to. The rain. It’s much like day and night in that it’s something you know will happen eventually. The only thing you can do is grab a jacket (never an umbrella. What are you, a pansy?) and get used to it. After all, a little bit of rain never hurt a person. Just don’t get pneumonia, okay?
The downpour of pain comes from the moment of unrealized suffering matching realized suffering. The moment of your non-kiss, the moment of your non-hug, the moment of you emotional non-presence and non love coming down and down and down and down. But really, there is no more down. No more you. No more downpour, just the shadow of pain from you not coming down in pain or love.
richard braithwaite
rain, thundering down…not stopping…. water splashing on the ground..umbrellas. Keeps getting stronger… people running for shelter…. water on the glass
Rebecca
life. always flowing and flushing with good and bad, this and that. nothing can ever stop, everything just keeps coming. you can be happy for one second, but it will never last, something will always come and change your view. nothing stays the same.
Tali Patolo
a downpouring of thanks came in for the good deed done. the rain came down in a downpour, meaning that the drops were thick and heavy, it was difficult to follow the sidewalk, vision was blurred. a downpouring of thanks is well done .. many appreciative of a good deed. two words combined in one.
Anne-Marie Deryaw
I sat there on the night. I could hear the DOWNPOUR from outside. It was wet and cold, but I was nice and safe inside my lovely warm house.
Emily
wet
cold
annoying
swag
slippery
Musashi Takahashi
downpour, the emotional breakdown and the letting go of emotion, a vast amount of tears, falling down and leaving nothing. the heaping dumps of small rain drops pelting from the sky
Dani Grainger
down pour means something coming down hard out of the air
there was a downpour of emotion when he said goodbye.
“i just think we should see other people.” he said while walking away.
i keep wondering when we will cross paths again, when i will get a second chance at happiness, but until that comes. i will count my blessings and wait for my soul to be healed. hoping the scars will not stay. but when they do they are the reminders of what i had in the past was real.
It was just a sprinkle of rain that caused the tiny droplets of water on her glasses. That’s when she felt most alone, when the rain was barely there but still noticeable. She wanted a hurricane, a downpour, something that would leave an impact on her. Something she would remember.
It came down on his head and he realized that every single drop of rain had it’s own story to tell. He began to feel infinitely small and felt more foolish than he ever had. He imagined that the rain was touching people he knew and wondered what they were thinking, but just feeling glad that they were under the same sky..
the sky is a dark abyss. the droplets fall on my skin and turn it to ice. puddles form around my feet and seep through to the bone.
allie
i hate when there is a downpour of rain. it gets me wet and i have to make an effort to get out my umbrella which annoys me. i hate when there is a downour of hail and thunder. it scares me and i also hate having a downpur of snow. snow is really cold and it annoys me because it is so cold.
Divya
It’s raining and i”m sitting alone. All I ever think about is you. Love love you. Every time I write something I pray to God that you see it one day. Please love me too.
Jess
She looked up, neck arched to skylight
her fingernails crackling against her thumb
It wasn’t the silent echoes of the crowd
that pin pricked her mind. Not the torn canopy,
or the broken lift or the dog eared pitch
of the quivering throats
or the policeman barricade,
or the mum shielding eyes with spread hands
or the hear no evil headphoned
or the shoe that landed before the body
It was the floating tie,
the loosened noose
that seemed to fly forever
It’s raining. The beads of water slide down the window. I see silver specks of moisture covering the grass and plants outside. It’s like a galaxy of green. I want to go out and play in the rain, but I remember I might get sick. I don’t. I’ve lost that part of myself.
Stuart
It was raining. It was always raining. Just in case you were trying to be positive or something, it started raining the one day you forgot your umbrella and soaked down into that crevice between your shoulder blades and seeped into your very spine and spread all along the nerve endings to the rest of your body.
Silver
I was worried about a downpour last night, so I opted to take the train to work and possibly a cab home. The cab company was a pack of jackoffs, so I had to walk home at 1:30 in the morning. It was three miles. That’s not so bad, except for the fact that I strained my back on Monday. FML.
As she swishes the plastic hood over her head, she knows it will hardly prevent drops of rain from slapping her cheeks. It was the type of rain that wouldnt allow you to see two feet in front of your face. She leaves her job knowing she has three bus stops ahead of ehr and a stubborn apartment door that takes forever to unlock. All the while in the pouring rain she can’t help but think how she forgot to vacuum the carpet in the dining area, she fears unemployment.
a downpour is when it rains.
kissing in the rain.
taking pictures in the rain.
playing in puddles.
sidewalk chalk washes away.
catching raindrops on your tongue.
brittany reid
i was caught once in a hot summer mountain downpour…eight months pregnant i took refuge on the porch of an abandoned house
therese
rain on a summer night, a guy knocking at your door who made the effort to come all the way over here and tell you how much he loves you, and showers you with love. and you have a romantic kiss in the rain.
Hayley Dalton
The rain came out of nowhere. They had to quickly get to shelter, though she knew it had to be more for her, then for the troll. He did not seem to mind getting wet; he even seemed to enjoy it, as if it refreshed him. On the other hand, Lia found the rain a little annoying, though she supposed she would not have minded it under different circumstances. She wondered how long they would have to wait out this downpour.
I wish we had a downpour of rain instead of snow. I’m just not ready for the snow. But rain … and wind … and lightening … oooooooooo, I’d love that right now. Lots of electrons running loose in the air, making my hair stand on end, giving me the extra energy I so crave. Staving off the blues.
There wasn’t enough time to bring in the decorations, we barely saved the food. The bride started to cry as the tent sagged under the weight of all that water, but I chose to dance in the rain and make love to the downpour.
Crashing, pouring all around me. Where Are you? I need you now. You know I’m short. I won’t survive when this begins to build up around me. I need you to help me. I’ve been to proud before but even I know I can’t handle this onslaught on my own. Here in this storm, I’m trapped alone. I can’t see anything, more importantly, I can’t see you.
Ein Regenguss – das fehlt uns zur Zeit. Anstelle des fiesen, miesen Nieselregens, der sich wie ein Schleier auf die Brillengläser und ins Haar legt und alles kalt, klamm und ungemütlich zurücklässt. Ich wünsche mir den Sommer zurück, mit einem ordentlichen Gewitter, das uns anschließend die Sonne wiederbringt!
the sun was no where to be seen. the rain was coming down in sheets downpouring into the streets and the gutters washing away the street trash and carring it down stream. out and out the trash went.
heavens open and drain torrents of rain, hitting the tin roof and roadway washing away all traces of the day and those before.
this weeks or just today in general has been such a downpour in emotions. i’m all over the place and yet not. i want to stop thinking.
when everything is coming down on your head that you worked so hard to bring up and create. when everything falls apart.
Living in Oregon, there is one thing you get used to. The rain. It’s much like day and night in that it’s something you know will happen eventually. The only thing you can do is grab a jacket (never an umbrella. What are you, a pansy?) and get used to it. After all, a little bit of rain never hurt a person. Just don’t get pneumonia, okay?
irritating
freezing
SWAAGG
muddy
The downpour of pain comes from the moment of unrealized suffering matching realized suffering. The moment of your non-kiss, the moment of your non-hug, the moment of you emotional non-presence and non love coming down and down and down and down. But really, there is no more down. No more you. No more downpour, just the shadow of pain from you not coming down in pain or love.
rain, thundering down…not stopping…. water splashing on the ground..umbrellas. Keeps getting stronger… people running for shelter…. water on the glass
life. always flowing and flushing with good and bad, this and that. nothing can ever stop, everything just keeps coming. you can be happy for one second, but it will never last, something will always come and change your view. nothing stays the same.
a downpouring of thanks came in for the good deed done. the rain came down in a downpour, meaning that the drops were thick and heavy, it was difficult to follow the sidewalk, vision was blurred. a downpouring of thanks is well done .. many appreciative of a good deed. two words combined in one.
I sat there on the night. I could hear the DOWNPOUR from outside. It was wet and cold, but I was nice and safe inside my lovely warm house.
wet
cold
annoying
swag
slippery
downpour, the emotional breakdown and the letting go of emotion, a vast amount of tears, falling down and leaving nothing. the heaping dumps of small rain drops pelting from the sky
down pour means something coming down hard out of the air
yesterday there was a downpour on my cat he was soaked!
but they will usualy run away
he didint have time
i dumped a bucket of water on him!
I watched as my foggy view was disappearing. Like me, the sky was crying. The downpour had begun, but ending.
It was a downpour of pain all at once. I was screaming in agony. I have never felt anything like this. EVER.
there was a downpour of emotion when he said goodbye.
“i just think we should see other people.” he said while walking away.
i keep wondering when we will cross paths again, when i will get a second chance at happiness, but until that comes. i will count my blessings and wait for my soul to be healed. hoping the scars will not stay. but when they do they are the reminders of what i had in the past was real.
like a water fall going down and pouring
to pour down very fast and there is lots of it. “the rain is down pouring right now.”
jdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkddkkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkddkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkkkdkkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkd
the rain downpour is on top of the kids
It was just a sprinkle of rain that caused the tiny droplets of water on her glasses. That’s when she felt most alone, when the rain was barely there but still noticeable. She wanted a hurricane, a downpour, something that would leave an impact on her. Something she would remember.
It came down on his head and he realized that every single drop of rain had it’s own story to tell. He began to feel infinitely small and felt more foolish than he ever had. He imagined that the rain was touching people he knew and wondered what they were thinking, but just feeling glad that they were under the same sky..
the sky is a dark abyss. the droplets fall on my skin and turn it to ice. puddles form around my feet and seep through to the bone.
i hate when there is a downpour of rain. it gets me wet and i have to make an effort to get out my umbrella which annoys me. i hate when there is a downour of hail and thunder. it scares me and i also hate having a downpur of snow. snow is really cold and it annoys me because it is so cold.
It’s raining and i”m sitting alone. All I ever think about is you. Love love you. Every time I write something I pray to God that you see it one day. Please love me too.
She looked up, neck arched to skylight
her fingernails crackling against her thumb
It wasn’t the silent echoes of the crowd
that pin pricked her mind. Not the torn canopy,
or the broken lift or the dog eared pitch
of the quivering throats
or the policeman barricade,
or the mum shielding eyes with spread hands
or the hear no evil headphoned
or the shoe that landed before the body
It was the floating tie,
the loosened noose
that seemed to fly forever
It’s raining. The beads of water slide down the window. I see silver specks of moisture covering the grass and plants outside. It’s like a galaxy of green. I want to go out and play in the rain, but I remember I might get sick. I don’t. I’ve lost that part of myself.
It was raining. It was always raining. Just in case you were trying to be positive or something, it started raining the one day you forgot your umbrella and soaked down into that crevice between your shoulder blades and seeped into your very spine and spread all along the nerve endings to the rest of your body.
I was worried about a downpour last night, so I opted to take the train to work and possibly a cab home. The cab company was a pack of jackoffs, so I had to walk home at 1:30 in the morning. It was three miles. That’s not so bad, except for the fact that I strained my back on Monday. FML.
As she swishes the plastic hood over her head, she knows it will hardly prevent drops of rain from slapping her cheeks. It was the type of rain that wouldnt allow you to see two feet in front of your face. She leaves her job knowing she has three bus stops ahead of ehr and a stubborn apartment door that takes forever to unlock. All the while in the pouring rain she can’t help but think how she forgot to vacuum the carpet in the dining area, she fears unemployment.
a downpour is when it rains.
kissing in the rain.
taking pictures in the rain.
playing in puddles.
sidewalk chalk washes away.
catching raindrops on your tongue.
i was caught once in a hot summer mountain downpour…eight months pregnant i took refuge on the porch of an abandoned house
rain on a summer night, a guy knocking at your door who made the effort to come all the way over here and tell you how much he loves you, and showers you with love. and you have a romantic kiss in the rain.
The rain came out of nowhere. They had to quickly get to shelter, though she knew it had to be more for her, then for the troll. He did not seem to mind getting wet; he even seemed to enjoy it, as if it refreshed him. On the other hand, Lia found the rain a little annoying, though she supposed she would not have minded it under different circumstances. She wondered how long they would have to wait out this downpour.
Downpour
I wish we had a downpour of rain instead of snow. I’m just not ready for the snow. But rain … and wind … and lightening … oooooooooo, I’d love that right now. Lots of electrons running loose in the air, making my hair stand on end, giving me the extra energy I so crave. Staving off the blues.
There wasn’t enough time to bring in the decorations, we barely saved the food. The bride started to cry as the tent sagged under the weight of all that water, but I chose to dance in the rain and make love to the downpour.
Crashing, pouring all around me. Where Are you? I need you now. You know I’m short. I won’t survive when this begins to build up around me. I need you to help me. I’ve been to proud before but even I know I can’t handle this onslaught on my own. Here in this storm, I’m trapped alone. I can’t see anything, more importantly, I can’t see you.