not sure why, but i always seem to be in a ‘storm’ of sorts. something is always blowing me in one direction, sweeping me in another, pours with either joy or sadness.
storms.
love the thunderstorms of my homeland:)
ern
something that makes me tired of being warm all the time and when there was this bright young girl inside of us all we weren’t hiding under the bed in the closet doorways or behind the curtain of the sea. we just let it smash into anything it would and for some days it was fine again to be
bp
running, dying, needing, fumbling, everything is irritating inside me. i need this to wash me away.
really i’m just bored.
Cheyenne Ogden
storm clouds drift across the ocean of your existence but you are alone in the dark now. they no longer can take away your light. there are only two people here in this room looking out over the black chopping waters: you are one, and I am I. Do not think what that means. Just be. The Sea
Anna C M
Storm hits
rains hard
lightling flashing cross the sky
thunder loud and scary sounds
and then all is quiet…storms over!
Melissa W.
windy and rainy and annoying sometimes but absolutely beautiful its’ so confusing how htis all works.. and and wow.. it’s just so miraculous how the world works. And a storm can be in nature or in family. friends and stuff too. its so weirdd. And when it ends and everyhting is peaceful again its just os out there and wow.
Kitten
The storm raged inside as well as inside as we tried to escape the building but could find no exit. The beast had followed us somehow and gotten in through the cracks in the flooring.
It raged and growled as we slammed into the walls, searching for some odd way out of the house. Where did the doors go? And why did we really want to get back outside into the storm?
AJ Brown
it’s a storm. I’m not allowed to be on this right now, I should be booking plane tickets. To Taiwan, because my grandma will be gone in a matter of days, and here I am on this website. Why am I here? Why can’t I be a diligent daughter instead? I’m being terrible. I want to be with my grandma, I haven’t gotten the chance to know her and I only have a few days left. I always wanted to know who she was–
haae
I was in a storm and there was lighniing falling all around. Fires started everywhere. Smoke began to fill the canyons and then the trails. We didn’t have any way of getting out of there quickly. And so we tried to find shelter in a cave. Once inside the cave, it was cool and damp, and we felt sure that we would be out of harm’s way. We stayed in there for many hours listening to the fire tearing through the mountainside.
Janine Reed
the storm raged, lightening brightening up the sky. I slept, I heard and sensed the storm, but I slept. not really aware of the power
jackys
There was a fright ful and dark storm on the horizon. The villahge people ran as fast as they could, but it was no use.
The thunder monster chased them with such dexterity that it rendered them unconcious by the very volume of it’s approach. The children screamed in panic as they pleaded with the ghost, ‘please, don’t kill us’.
Appollo
There was a storm on the horizon that no one could have forseen. The huge purple cloud that loomed overhead was not that which any of them had seen before. It was at times like these when even the sturdiest of shelters felt like the weakest of straw huts; the wind that so quickly whipped the dust and trees into a frenzy and alerted everyone to the troubles ahead… both in the sky and in their tiny lives.
Thunder, lightening…trees toppled over in the road. Intertwined with power lines. Why so many pine trees? Wet. Dark. Cool, breezy. Hail damage to siding. Solar panels smashed in the back yard…shattered glass everywhere in the grass. last night, eating pasta & drinking Blue Moon in a crazy blues bar. Then Mike in the dark
Emmalynn
The Perfect Storm was an ok movie. It gets me thinking about storms in general. Storms are not “perfect”. They are unwanted, however, they are necessary so that the farmers can get rain for their crops. That way we won’t have exorbitant prices in the store. If a storm is destructive and causes people to have to get new roofs or siding, the economy is helped. People are kept employed in contract businesses, insurance businesses, banking, and whoever may be touched by the effects of the storms. Nobody wants storms. They want nice whether all year round, and decent prices in the store, and no bothers to deal with. However, that is not realistic.
The Perfect Storm is the storm that takes the lives of the crew on board the boat in the ocean off the coast of Maine(?). That is completely unnecessary for us to be exposed to as “entertainment” and is completely and totally unrealistic. Most people have enough sense to stay away from water when a storm is approaching, or to get off the water when the storm is near.
Leslie Boe
today we had one storm after the other. Seems like that is what the weather plan is going to be for the remainder of this year. It has been a horrid winter also. I love the sunshine but know we need the rain to keep the earth green but enough is enough and I hate it when people lose their homes like so many have recently including Laura and her husband. What a shame. Hope it gets to a place where the weather calms down a bit.
reenie
the storm is calming sensation because it allows you to know that nature is all powerful and will prevail humanities ills. I love the rain because of this replenishing feeling. Without rain, there would be no life, that is way nature has all control
Dustin Hanson
I am afraid of storms. They are very huge and dusty and scary. Althought it might be fun to go once in a while into a right in the middle of a storm. I only we could have them tamed. Anyways this is really fun
Jinal
It was a dark and stormy night! And there were slippy puddles everywhere and I trod in one and now my shoes are wet through. How unfortunate. Storm is a gladiator I believe, or rather was. I do not have Sky, so I haven’t seen the new series. I imagine it to be a bit more glitzy than the original. Storms are exciting but also scary.
Charles 'Foxtrot' Magee
swirling cloud
that hum in the air
a crack and reverberation
stuns, rocks everything around
dogs cower
lovers run through it
elated
wet
the clouds break
blue sky beyond
it has passed
patrick hagarty
storming clouds racing towards the horizon. which is a damn good thing, i’ve had enough rain for one day. maybe later, if i’m lucky, the sun will come out and i’ll have a chance to finally go out and do the work in the garden i’ve been procrastinating all week. my tomatoes are probably half-drowned, but then they like a lot of water at this time of year so it could be ok. if all goes well we’ll get a good harvest.
in the meantime, i’m just wasting my day on stumbleupon, trying to write but i keep getting cramped up. it’s hard to write songs when you’re too tired to sing. not really physically tired, per se, more tired in the existential ‘tired of doing the same old shit and getting the same results all the time’ sort of tired. i thought being self employed was supposed to be the remedy for the tedium of the workplace, instead it’s become a trap. i get just barely enough work every month to make it to the next month but can’t ever seem to get ahead, meanwhile bills come due and my student loans demand repayment. never should have gotten that damn degre anyway. grr.
lynx
raging wind howling rain lightning flashing all around. world comes apart like puzzle pieces, funnels and tunnels into blackness and nothing. blowing wind won’t ever stop, ripping trees from their roots in my heart – i think i will be better this way. one day, they’ll grow again.
wrenbird
i love the color it evokes in my mind. i dark blue. its so lovely but powerful and mystifying all at the same time. peaceful tranquility is there yet violence. the unknown.
Franklin
there was a storm brewing tonight.
i was sitting alone watching the news, expecting to see some news regarding the storm. ann was away on a car trip to san andreas. i was expecting a call from her.
my head was left running in rounds thinking what might have happened to her. i try calling her.
melaos
when i think of the word storm i think about chaos and conflict. but then after the storm everything is better and the air is fresh. the sun comes out and the world seems magical and you cab just be happy that the world is beautiful
mark harman
The doors. Riders on the storm… Like a dog without a bone or something like that!
Rain, Thunders, wind, and lightings
Tiago
It blows in and out. Calming, sometimes, frightening at others. I’m a little aware of it.
Others, I’m too aware. Opposites… it’s odd.
I feel like I’ve never seen lightning like this before. Sitting here and pondering my future. My life. My mortality.
I don’t know what to do anymore…
I think I’ll go for a swim.
Seems like a good idea to me.
Smurfy
It was the storm that did it, the deafening crashes of thunder and the blinding flashes of lightning. In one moment, we are there happy as two lovers during a sunset, the next second I’m looking down the barrel of a Desert Eagle.
Robert Vaughan
My father is from missouri and terrified of thunder and lighting… He is six five and I’ve only seen him scared during storms
samantha dykes
I don’t care for this topic a whole lot, but what can you do. Storms to me, are horrible romantic, and heartbreaking at the same time. The lightning like lighting up the of the face when you see someone again, but the thunder being the horrible accusations and yelling that always insued afterwards.
Jaz
weather night blasting loud sound and sand and windy blow away rushing water
Frank Catalina
Thunder bounds through the sky with wrecklas abandon. I huddle in my corner behind the sage bush by the large rock. I’m cold now, shivering; partly from fear, partly from my unfortunate disposition.
Romolo
The heavy gray clouds appeared suddenly on the horizon. Mom called to us kids to get inside.. and quick! We ran as fast as we could and barely beat the hail. No sooner than we stepped on the porch, the grass was covered with a thousand white pellets.
John Grayson
The storm blew over just as quikcly as it came. I thought to myself what the heck is that? But then I realized something shocking. The storm was like my life. As quickly as the problems occur, they fade away…as long as I don’t dwell on it – let it go and the solutions will make themselves apparent in no time. I’m a fan of the storm now.
Susan Murphy
where i am in my life. a storm of shit. also known as a shit storm. a vortex of lightning and thunder masked as people and their bullshit. their inability to step up, their inability to stretch themselves a little further, their inability to do the right thing, to take the hard road, to enrich their lives…their putting all their bullshit on me…that’s the shitstorm i live in. it’s a tsunami of BULLSHIT.
Kenya
It was a simple yet dark storm that raced through the prairie that day. It took not only flower and grass, but house, car, cow, people. Everyone thought it was going to be small, but before we knew it, it was on us – and it was big!
Marie McCourt
Afierce storm was brewing. I had just locked up the shed and was leaving to find the corporal. I found him viewing some Photographs of nude young ladies, he seemed embarrased that I had found him in such acompromised situiation. The storm passed without a drop of rain or any inclement weather of any sort.
Richard George
the eye of the storm was viciously fierce. As he stared deep into the vortex of infinity… he realized that the colors of his pupils had changed over the years… there was now much more gray found in his eyes. Have the years taken their toll so profoundly that he did not even recognize his own eyes in the mirror?
Landon Wilson
There is a storm outside right now. The rain is driving, lightning flash and thunder crack. Wind between the houses groans loudly under the force of itself.
filo
there was a storm this evening so I decided not to go out and eat at the regular establishment that my roommate and I go to. Instead I decided to study for one of the tests coming, I did think about how I love listening to the rain drop and the lightning flashes. I haven’t been in enough rainstorms, but I wish I could do it more often.
storm in a tea cup.
first thing that came to mind.
not sure why, but i always seem to be in a ‘storm’ of sorts. something is always blowing me in one direction, sweeping me in another, pours with either joy or sadness.
storms.
love the thunderstorms of my homeland:)
something that makes me tired of being warm all the time and when there was this bright young girl inside of us all we weren’t hiding under the bed in the closet doorways or behind the curtain of the sea. we just let it smash into anything it would and for some days it was fine again to be
running, dying, needing, fumbling, everything is irritating inside me. i need this to wash me away.
really i’m just bored.
storm clouds drift across the ocean of your existence but you are alone in the dark now. they no longer can take away your light. there are only two people here in this room looking out over the black chopping waters: you are one, and I am I. Do not think what that means. Just be. The Sea
Storm hits
rains hard
lightling flashing cross the sky
thunder loud and scary sounds
and then all is quiet…storms over!
windy and rainy and annoying sometimes but absolutely beautiful its’ so confusing how htis all works.. and and wow.. it’s just so miraculous how the world works. And a storm can be in nature or in family. friends and stuff too. its so weirdd. And when it ends and everyhting is peaceful again its just os out there and wow.
The storm raged inside as well as inside as we tried to escape the building but could find no exit. The beast had followed us somehow and gotten in through the cracks in the flooring.
It raged and growled as we slammed into the walls, searching for some odd way out of the house. Where did the doors go? And why did we really want to get back outside into the storm?
it’s a storm. I’m not allowed to be on this right now, I should be booking plane tickets. To Taiwan, because my grandma will be gone in a matter of days, and here I am on this website. Why am I here? Why can’t I be a diligent daughter instead? I’m being terrible. I want to be with my grandma, I haven’t gotten the chance to know her and I only have a few days left. I always wanted to know who she was–
I was in a storm and there was lighniing falling all around. Fires started everywhere. Smoke began to fill the canyons and then the trails. We didn’t have any way of getting out of there quickly. And so we tried to find shelter in a cave. Once inside the cave, it was cool and damp, and we felt sure that we would be out of harm’s way. We stayed in there for many hours listening to the fire tearing through the mountainside.
the storm raged, lightening brightening up the sky. I slept, I heard and sensed the storm, but I slept. not really aware of the power
There was a fright ful and dark storm on the horizon. The villahge people ran as fast as they could, but it was no use.
The thunder monster chased them with such dexterity that it rendered them unconcious by the very volume of it’s approach. The children screamed in panic as they pleaded with the ghost, ‘please, don’t kill us’.
There was a storm on the horizon that no one could have forseen. The huge purple cloud that loomed overhead was not that which any of them had seen before. It was at times like these when even the sturdiest of shelters felt like the weakest of straw huts; the wind that so quickly whipped the dust and trees into a frenzy and alerted everyone to the troubles ahead… both in the sky and in their tiny lives.
BAD, WIND, RAIN, WATER, NEED, SLEEP, BORING, TV, COUCH, CUDDLE, EAT,
Thunder, lightening…trees toppled over in the road. Intertwined with power lines. Why so many pine trees? Wet. Dark. Cool, breezy. Hail damage to siding. Solar panels smashed in the back yard…shattered glass everywhere in the grass. last night, eating pasta & drinking Blue Moon in a crazy blues bar. Then Mike in the dark
The Perfect Storm was an ok movie. It gets me thinking about storms in general. Storms are not “perfect”. They are unwanted, however, they are necessary so that the farmers can get rain for their crops. That way we won’t have exorbitant prices in the store. If a storm is destructive and causes people to have to get new roofs or siding, the economy is helped. People are kept employed in contract businesses, insurance businesses, banking, and whoever may be touched by the effects of the storms. Nobody wants storms. They want nice whether all year round, and decent prices in the store, and no bothers to deal with. However, that is not realistic.
The Perfect Storm is the storm that takes the lives of the crew on board the boat in the ocean off the coast of Maine(?). That is completely unnecessary for us to be exposed to as “entertainment” and is completely and totally unrealistic. Most people have enough sense to stay away from water when a storm is approaching, or to get off the water when the storm is near.
today we had one storm after the other. Seems like that is what the weather plan is going to be for the remainder of this year. It has been a horrid winter also. I love the sunshine but know we need the rain to keep the earth green but enough is enough and I hate it when people lose their homes like so many have recently including Laura and her husband. What a shame. Hope it gets to a place where the weather calms down a bit.
the storm is calming sensation because it allows you to know that nature is all powerful and will prevail humanities ills. I love the rain because of this replenishing feeling. Without rain, there would be no life, that is way nature has all control
I am afraid of storms. They are very huge and dusty and scary. Althought it might be fun to go once in a while into a right in the middle of a storm. I only we could have them tamed. Anyways this is really fun
It was a dark and stormy night! And there were slippy puddles everywhere and I trod in one and now my shoes are wet through. How unfortunate. Storm is a gladiator I believe, or rather was. I do not have Sky, so I haven’t seen the new series. I imagine it to be a bit more glitzy than the original. Storms are exciting but also scary.
swirling cloud
that hum in the air
a crack and reverberation
stuns, rocks everything around
dogs cower
lovers run through it
elated
wet
the clouds break
blue sky beyond
it has passed
storming clouds racing towards the horizon. which is a damn good thing, i’ve had enough rain for one day. maybe later, if i’m lucky, the sun will come out and i’ll have a chance to finally go out and do the work in the garden i’ve been procrastinating all week. my tomatoes are probably half-drowned, but then they like a lot of water at this time of year so it could be ok. if all goes well we’ll get a good harvest.
in the meantime, i’m just wasting my day on stumbleupon, trying to write but i keep getting cramped up. it’s hard to write songs when you’re too tired to sing. not really physically tired, per se, more tired in the existential ‘tired of doing the same old shit and getting the same results all the time’ sort of tired. i thought being self employed was supposed to be the remedy for the tedium of the workplace, instead it’s become a trap. i get just barely enough work every month to make it to the next month but can’t ever seem to get ahead, meanwhile bills come due and my student loans demand repayment. never should have gotten that damn degre anyway. grr.
raging wind howling rain lightning flashing all around. world comes apart like puzzle pieces, funnels and tunnels into blackness and nothing. blowing wind won’t ever stop, ripping trees from their roots in my heart – i think i will be better this way. one day, they’ll grow again.
i love the color it evokes in my mind. i dark blue. its so lovely but powerful and mystifying all at the same time. peaceful tranquility is there yet violence. the unknown.
there was a storm brewing tonight.
i was sitting alone watching the news, expecting to see some news regarding the storm. ann was away on a car trip to san andreas. i was expecting a call from her.
my head was left running in rounds thinking what might have happened to her. i try calling her.
when i think of the word storm i think about chaos and conflict. but then after the storm everything is better and the air is fresh. the sun comes out and the world seems magical and you cab just be happy that the world is beautiful
The doors. Riders on the storm… Like a dog without a bone or something like that!
Rain, Thunders, wind, and lightings
It blows in and out. Calming, sometimes, frightening at others. I’m a little aware of it.
Others, I’m too aware. Opposites… it’s odd.
I feel like I’ve never seen lightning like this before. Sitting here and pondering my future. My life. My mortality.
I don’t know what to do anymore…
I think I’ll go for a swim.
Seems like a good idea to me.
It was the storm that did it, the deafening crashes of thunder and the blinding flashes of lightning. In one moment, we are there happy as two lovers during a sunset, the next second I’m looking down the barrel of a Desert Eagle.
My father is from missouri and terrified of thunder and lighting… He is six five and I’ve only seen him scared during storms
I don’t care for this topic a whole lot, but what can you do. Storms to me, are horrible romantic, and heartbreaking at the same time. The lightning like lighting up the of the face when you see someone again, but the thunder being the horrible accusations and yelling that always insued afterwards.
weather night blasting loud sound and sand and windy blow away rushing water
Thunder bounds through the sky with wrecklas abandon. I huddle in my corner behind the sage bush by the large rock. I’m cold now, shivering; partly from fear, partly from my unfortunate disposition.
The heavy gray clouds appeared suddenly on the horizon. Mom called to us kids to get inside.. and quick! We ran as fast as we could and barely beat the hail. No sooner than we stepped on the porch, the grass was covered with a thousand white pellets.
The storm blew over just as quikcly as it came. I thought to myself what the heck is that? But then I realized something shocking. The storm was like my life. As quickly as the problems occur, they fade away…as long as I don’t dwell on it – let it go and the solutions will make themselves apparent in no time. I’m a fan of the storm now.
where i am in my life. a storm of shit. also known as a shit storm. a vortex of lightning and thunder masked as people and their bullshit. their inability to step up, their inability to stretch themselves a little further, their inability to do the right thing, to take the hard road, to enrich their lives…their putting all their bullshit on me…that’s the shitstorm i live in. it’s a tsunami of BULLSHIT.
It was a simple yet dark storm that raced through the prairie that day. It took not only flower and grass, but house, car, cow, people. Everyone thought it was going to be small, but before we knew it, it was on us – and it was big!
Afierce storm was brewing. I had just locked up the shed and was leaving to find the corporal. I found him viewing some Photographs of nude young ladies, he seemed embarrased that I had found him in such acompromised situiation. The storm passed without a drop of rain or any inclement weather of any sort.
the eye of the storm was viciously fierce. As he stared deep into the vortex of infinity… he realized that the colors of his pupils had changed over the years… there was now much more gray found in his eyes. Have the years taken their toll so profoundly that he did not even recognize his own eyes in the mirror?
There is a storm outside right now. The rain is driving, lightning flash and thunder crack. Wind between the houses groans loudly under the force of itself.
there was a storm this evening so I decided not to go out and eat at the regular establishment that my roommate and I go to. Instead I decided to study for one of the tests coming, I did think about how I love listening to the rain drop and the lightning flashes. I haven’t been in enough rainstorms, but I wish I could do it more often.