Storm. Blew through town and left a vacancy. Empty. Voices echoed and bounced off of broken wall.
davelcorp
I remember the rain during the storms as a child always disturbed me. Something about the atmosphere after a rain storm makes me uneasy to this day and I don’t know why.
It’s not every rain storm that does this, but a lot of them do it. I’m not really sure why. I feel like something is very, very wrong. I can’t shake the feeling until I get inside a building, and even then windows can prevent me from avoiding the feeling.
Shawn Huckabay
I already did this word. Hmm, hmm, strange, strange. Don’t you think, they should rearabge the words once in a while? Oh, oh, just so you know, this is FAKE, it’s not really real. Just pass over this piece like a purple butterfly. I am a crime of ryhme.
lolwut
a fire side chat seemed sufficient as we all quelled beneth the storms fury. i find it reluctanly stopping and find myself a bit sad. the night really turned out beautifuly, even if it wasnt planned. my mother planed a party for days and now it rains.
ian martin
Any port I loved to laugh under the thin cedar roof of our one room cabin as the wind blew above and knoed fir needles and cones onto it from above.
Lummi- a place of cooldd weather and warm wood fired evenings.
Gene
one word is only a word i guess? what exactly am i supposed to write about it anyways?
Meme
I was in a storm the other day, it was an awesome storm, the clouds were black as night, the thunder boomed loudly and the lightning cracked it seems for 20 long minutes, trees were blowing over, things were flying in the air, we were being pushed around and could not stand up .It was a storm like not other storm… glad it was only a dream :))
denise t
there was a storm today in our neighborhood. It knocked down trees and power lines,causing power outages in its wake
Angela McMinn
I was snowblind, struggling through waist-deep snow. Ice crystals had formed on my eyelids where I’d accidentaly wiped snow from my face. I struggled on, determined to find them.
I had to find them.
If I didn’t, it would be the end of us all.
The storm raged on.
Matty
Brainstorm. Intense. Fire and lightening course through my mind like so many fingers of electricity crawling across the belly of a dark cumulonimbus. The etches in my brain like canyons of the cloud’s contusions.
John Prater
i saw a storm the other day. it was stronger than the one before it, but weaker than others in the past. the sky turned an odd shade of sea green, but no big event came from it.
terra
lucid as a dreammer, melting everything by the night, it lifts you under the Gentle and the Calm
go with it
Gralkor
The storm raged on outside. The waves rocked the boat recklessly and Lisa just tried to ignore it. The loud music blaring through her headphones helped, though there were obvious annoyances she could not ignore.
MaryJo
The storm had finally blown over. Christian was glad; the momentary respite from the thunder and lightning that had beat the sky offered a blessed hour or two to sleep without being jerked awake. The rain had pounded the window and the wind had bent the tops of the trees to the side so that now they hunched as old ladies. Stormy weather made for poor killing.
Gleek
my mind is a storm right now
i have so much brewing in all of this storm. i think that they call it love, it is a bit complicated with the random twists and turns that are thrown at you in the midst of this storm
finding your way through it just may be the most difficult part.
Johanna Reynolds
late one night there was a terrible thundering sound above. The children had all gone to sleep but i coultnt sleep. I needed to think, but who can keep their thoughts straight with all the crashing going on outside. I sat up in my bed and looked at the clock. 3AM and I still didnt know what I was going to do.
Clesi
The rain pelted the windshield as the car rushed through the night. The storm blew and howled against the progress of the old Chevy.
Steve Petty
nighttime wonder loud noises and flashes of glory, ominous feeling of the remnants, weather and foreboding radicalism. senses piqued and riled up. whats that smell? water between your toes and glossy leaves
atheo
dark cloudy night, the lightning shot out of the sky. evil and triumphant he stood on the mountain top, laughing horribly, I knew what had happened, and I stood in terror-knowing that he was coming for me next. BANG! the next thunder clap sounded, my doom approached. I knew the end was near
cailin
a storm is chasing me to the edge of reason. lost in confusion i do not know where to turn. i’m lost, scared alone, but having so much fun. drearieness plagues me, but i love the freedom and joy i now have inside. and when the storm clears all will be wiped clear and i will forget the pain. i want to forgt the pain of the storm.
Charissa
its been a long time you know the wind blowing every day and i sit on the front pourch wondering round in myhead thinkinga bout leaves and feathers and frogs and all sorts of things. yesterday i went to my friends house and ate pizza then put some stuff in the washer, the phone book and some noodles, stuff like that, microwaved some flowers it was a good time. yes it was like always. forever more
zxm
Happy storms make people run. This is quite sad however, as these happy storms are perceived to be bad, loud, and preceed bad weather. This is all incorrect. After all, it is all about perspective. If people thought that storms were going to cause a nice day full of reading and not going out, this would change.
Paavan
lightning ripping through the sky
wind howling
tree branches breaking
all hell breaking loose
rebhayim
The perfect. Day. Katrina hit.
Making life
Miserable
Rising from the nothingness.
Humility and generosity
Life at it’s best.
Alice Taylor
I saw the clouds, undulating like waves, only in the sky. A big storm was coming, and we had work to get done. Work that would be ruined if it rained before we finished. I yelled – “The storm is coming – Move Your Ass!” – not like I needed to tell anyone, we all knew what the rain landing on our work would mean.
Jack Clay
Having made it through the day, one thing struck me as astonishing. It was the color of a summer evening with thunderstorms rumbling all around. The sky was red and the storms rumbled like mighty snores from an aging relative.
Kipp
nothing nothing nothing
bungie
The storm lasted hours. Instead of the calm, overcast day that she had expected, the swirls and twirls of wind had raced across window pains, through fields of corn and grass, across the lakes and with the current of the water below it, it had run through the deep river canyon until it reached her door.
faye christiansen
I wish the clouds would move in and cure the west of the cursed sun’s heat. The wind blows the leaves of the trees with little effect. Nothing helps but those familiar gray clouds that cause a beautiful summer storm.
Cora
It was a fine storm, the type that for hours light up the clouds and make them appear like magnificent towers and columns in the northern sky. What’s even more amazing about it is that it was during the dead of night, at 1AM, so that one feels as if one were sneaking glimpses at the home of the Olympian gods.
Pansoti
there was this one time that i was outside, and the wind was blowing like crazy and it was swirling around, just lifting up my skirt and flowing around between my legs and i thought, hell, if i die here, i dont care, this is so damn good, this is the way life should be, this is how i should have been born and this is how i wouldnt mind dying. i wouldn’t mind dying here at all. not at all.
jacquelyn astorga
In the midst of a tremoring storm, Tom set out to watch the ensueing damage relieved by the winds; cars were ripped from the earth, and pipelines were like monsterous snakes throttled from some soft sands.
Kent Schroer
Beautiful momentary event of nature..In light storms you feell like playing in the exiciting motion of wind and earth orchestrated with the sound of leaves and nature…But God forbid the worser one
Devashish De
Zeus god of storm uses it to punish those who get in his way. The storm moved across europe as the nazis conquerd western civ. Unleash a STORM!
derleiter
The storm went by with power flowing. I felt my eyes fading in the midst of all the blackness in the world, with the flames eating away at me.
Brendan Schroer
Ironic since it’s currently raining and thundering and lightninging. Wish it could do this for a while, but as it’s Florida, We’d probably be underwater if it happened. The rain is nice, I’d rather like to take a nap in the rain…
Phi
Crashing outside, the thunder coming faster as the lightning comes closer. It matches my erratic pulse, my heart jumping against my ribs until it feels like they might break under the force, as you come closer, your body reaching to fit against mine. I panic, I run. The cold rain outside clears my head, washes all traces of you from me. The thunder pounds against my eardrums, the lightning blinds my eyes, the rain drenches me, sticking my clothes to my skin. I trip over the curb and make my way across the street. The orange glow from the streetlights and the glitter of their reflection in the raindrops guide my awkward, stumbling path away from you. This storm will wash me away, take me anywhere but here.
Sam Gordon
clouds loudness how its amazing to see those thunder boomers in the sky. frighting yet mysterirous can u belive this its getting serious….houses are falling trees are crashing everthing is now ashes
chyna
rain. full of clouds. sparks. make me wet. the dog barks. hides bellow the bed. beautiful at the sea. it forecasts a change. decompression. light energy.
Noemi
it was agloomy day. so it was no surprise a storm was brewing in the horizon. a storm that was equivalent to the storm in my heart.a more denser,
Storm. Blew through town and left a vacancy. Empty. Voices echoed and bounced off of broken wall.
I remember the rain during the storms as a child always disturbed me. Something about the atmosphere after a rain storm makes me uneasy to this day and I don’t know why.
It’s not every rain storm that does this, but a lot of them do it. I’m not really sure why. I feel like something is very, very wrong. I can’t shake the feeling until I get inside a building, and even then windows can prevent me from avoiding the feeling.
I already did this word. Hmm, hmm, strange, strange. Don’t you think, they should rearabge the words once in a while? Oh, oh, just so you know, this is FAKE, it’s not really real. Just pass over this piece like a purple butterfly. I am a crime of ryhme.
a fire side chat seemed sufficient as we all quelled beneth the storms fury. i find it reluctanly stopping and find myself a bit sad. the night really turned out beautifuly, even if it wasnt planned. my mother planed a party for days and now it rains.
Any port I loved to laugh under the thin cedar roof of our one room cabin as the wind blew above and knoed fir needles and cones onto it from above.
Lummi- a place of cooldd weather and warm wood fired evenings.
one word is only a word i guess? what exactly am i supposed to write about it anyways?
I was in a storm the other day, it was an awesome storm, the clouds were black as night, the thunder boomed loudly and the lightning cracked it seems for 20 long minutes, trees were blowing over, things were flying in the air, we were being pushed around and could not stand up .It was a storm like not other storm… glad it was only a dream :))
there was a storm today in our neighborhood. It knocked down trees and power lines,causing power outages in its wake
I was snowblind, struggling through waist-deep snow. Ice crystals had formed on my eyelids where I’d accidentaly wiped snow from my face. I struggled on, determined to find them.
I had to find them.
If I didn’t, it would be the end of us all.
The storm raged on.
Brainstorm. Intense. Fire and lightening course through my mind like so many fingers of electricity crawling across the belly of a dark cumulonimbus. The etches in my brain like canyons of the cloud’s contusions.
i saw a storm the other day. it was stronger than the one before it, but weaker than others in the past. the sky turned an odd shade of sea green, but no big event came from it.
lucid as a dreammer, melting everything by the night, it lifts you under the Gentle and the Calm
go with it
The storm raged on outside. The waves rocked the boat recklessly and Lisa just tried to ignore it. The loud music blaring through her headphones helped, though there were obvious annoyances she could not ignore.
The storm had finally blown over. Christian was glad; the momentary respite from the thunder and lightning that had beat the sky offered a blessed hour or two to sleep without being jerked awake. The rain had pounded the window and the wind had bent the tops of the trees to the side so that now they hunched as old ladies. Stormy weather made for poor killing.
my mind is a storm right now
i have so much brewing in all of this storm. i think that they call it love, it is a bit complicated with the random twists and turns that are thrown at you in the midst of this storm
finding your way through it just may be the most difficult part.
late one night there was a terrible thundering sound above. The children had all gone to sleep but i coultnt sleep. I needed to think, but who can keep their thoughts straight with all the crashing going on outside. I sat up in my bed and looked at the clock. 3AM and I still didnt know what I was going to do.
The rain pelted the windshield as the car rushed through the night. The storm blew and howled against the progress of the old Chevy.
nighttime wonder loud noises and flashes of glory, ominous feeling of the remnants, weather and foreboding radicalism. senses piqued and riled up. whats that smell? water between your toes and glossy leaves
dark cloudy night, the lightning shot out of the sky. evil and triumphant he stood on the mountain top, laughing horribly, I knew what had happened, and I stood in terror-knowing that he was coming for me next. BANG! the next thunder clap sounded, my doom approached. I knew the end was near
a storm is chasing me to the edge of reason. lost in confusion i do not know where to turn. i’m lost, scared alone, but having so much fun. drearieness plagues me, but i love the freedom and joy i now have inside. and when the storm clears all will be wiped clear and i will forget the pain. i want to forgt the pain of the storm.
its been a long time you know the wind blowing every day and i sit on the front pourch wondering round in myhead thinkinga bout leaves and feathers and frogs and all sorts of things. yesterday i went to my friends house and ate pizza then put some stuff in the washer, the phone book and some noodles, stuff like that, microwaved some flowers it was a good time. yes it was like always. forever more
Happy storms make people run. This is quite sad however, as these happy storms are perceived to be bad, loud, and preceed bad weather. This is all incorrect. After all, it is all about perspective. If people thought that storms were going to cause a nice day full of reading and not going out, this would change.
lightning ripping through the sky
wind howling
tree branches breaking
all hell breaking loose
The perfect. Day. Katrina hit.
Making life
Miserable
Rising from the nothingness.
Humility and generosity
Life at it’s best.
I saw the clouds, undulating like waves, only in the sky. A big storm was coming, and we had work to get done. Work that would be ruined if it rained before we finished. I yelled – “The storm is coming – Move Your Ass!” – not like I needed to tell anyone, we all knew what the rain landing on our work would mean.
Having made it through the day, one thing struck me as astonishing. It was the color of a summer evening with thunderstorms rumbling all around. The sky was red and the storms rumbled like mighty snores from an aging relative.
nothing nothing nothing
The storm lasted hours. Instead of the calm, overcast day that she had expected, the swirls and twirls of wind had raced across window pains, through fields of corn and grass, across the lakes and with the current of the water below it, it had run through the deep river canyon until it reached her door.
I wish the clouds would move in and cure the west of the cursed sun’s heat. The wind blows the leaves of the trees with little effect. Nothing helps but those familiar gray clouds that cause a beautiful summer storm.
It was a fine storm, the type that for hours light up the clouds and make them appear like magnificent towers and columns in the northern sky. What’s even more amazing about it is that it was during the dead of night, at 1AM, so that one feels as if one were sneaking glimpses at the home of the Olympian gods.
there was this one time that i was outside, and the wind was blowing like crazy and it was swirling around, just lifting up my skirt and flowing around between my legs and i thought, hell, if i die here, i dont care, this is so damn good, this is the way life should be, this is how i should have been born and this is how i wouldnt mind dying. i wouldn’t mind dying here at all. not at all.
In the midst of a tremoring storm, Tom set out to watch the ensueing damage relieved by the winds; cars were ripped from the earth, and pipelines were like monsterous snakes throttled from some soft sands.
Beautiful momentary event of nature..In light storms you feell like playing in the exiciting motion of wind and earth orchestrated with the sound of leaves and nature…But God forbid the worser one
Zeus god of storm uses it to punish those who get in his way. The storm moved across europe as the nazis conquerd western civ. Unleash a STORM!
The storm went by with power flowing. I felt my eyes fading in the midst of all the blackness in the world, with the flames eating away at me.
Ironic since it’s currently raining and thundering and lightninging. Wish it could do this for a while, but as it’s Florida, We’d probably be underwater if it happened. The rain is nice, I’d rather like to take a nap in the rain…
Crashing outside, the thunder coming faster as the lightning comes closer. It matches my erratic pulse, my heart jumping against my ribs until it feels like they might break under the force, as you come closer, your body reaching to fit against mine. I panic, I run. The cold rain outside clears my head, washes all traces of you from me. The thunder pounds against my eardrums, the lightning blinds my eyes, the rain drenches me, sticking my clothes to my skin. I trip over the curb and make my way across the street. The orange glow from the streetlights and the glitter of their reflection in the raindrops guide my awkward, stumbling path away from you. This storm will wash me away, take me anywhere but here.
clouds loudness how its amazing to see those thunder boomers in the sky. frighting yet mysterirous can u belive this its getting serious….houses are falling trees are crashing everthing is now ashes
rain. full of clouds. sparks. make me wet. the dog barks. hides bellow the bed. beautiful at the sea. it forecasts a change. decompression. light energy.
it was agloomy day. so it was no surprise a storm was brewing in the horizon. a storm that was equivalent to the storm in my heart.a more denser,