Jeremy walked out from the cabin, the thunderous gales washing over the deck of the ship, the treacherous voyage was looking rather grim at this point. Oh how he wished to be back at him in the not so sunny beaches of southern England.
Alastair
storm logan is this ridiculous character on this sopa that I don’t tell anyone that I watch. He actaully had a crazy storyline and just died but I’m sure he will be coming back from the other side soon as they usually do in these type of shows.
Danielle
Coming your way. Be prepared… It knows no mercy.
Vid Vukovic
storm cloud of inspiration (partly perspiration)
fire in the sky, rain drops on your pillow.
preventative as we sit like statues upon your stone gargoyles,
hand tucked into hands. shoulders settle into shoulders
as we watch the rain dissapear into the sand.
ele
A storm was brewing overhead and in their hearts, it seemed. It had been a long and difficult week. The impending storm seemed to be the culmination of something; tangible evidence of a change about to be wrought.
tinsenpup
She could feel the wind shift and glanced up at the sky nervously. Getting caught out here in a winter storm was not something you’d enjoy. Watching the clouds move for a minute she guessed she might have enough time to make it to the old cabin before the storm hit. If she was lucky it would just be snow. If she wasn’t, well…
He strolled through the night, rain fell straight like pencils, each drop falling to the ground with a cacophany of snapping lead.
Jed Carter
“Storm? what storm” she asked as her hair blew wildly around. The storm was coming soon and we had to prepare. I grabbed the wood to put over the windows of the old house we rented for the summer. storms like this don’t usually hit in the summer, but it did this time.
Hold on to your hats boys! I said as we worked to get the
Lisa Marie Peaslee
It was a stormy rainy night. The trees waved in the wind, the sky boomed with loud thunder and lit up like the 4th
mary
The storm was blowing frightfully outside as we cowered in the meager shelter that was our house. Lightning struck our favorite orchards, and the resulting thunder scared the animals into a stampede that broke through the fence. Even now, we are counting our losses but we still remain hopeful. Not everything can be lost, can it?
Felix the Cat
A storm brews inside my head. Will there be a rainbow after this one or will it continue.
Dan
The dark clouds gathered over the eastern sea board.
Jim could tell there was a huge storm brewing. He took his hat, his battered old lunch box, his spade and hammer and ran to the van which was parked on the lane 100yards away.
As he ran outside the dilapidated croft he could sea a water spout over the sea. It was close, too close. It was huge, a great whirling mist of sea at its foot.
He could hear it coming closer as he flung open the van door. He flung his tools and lunch box onto the van floor, Jumped in, fired up the engine, rammed into first gear floored the gas pedal and drove the old van hard down the lane.
He could sea the twister in the mirror, receding.
Michael
through the darkness and into the blue storm with the winds kissing my hair and me feeling the rain feeling so bright at the same time even tho it’s a stormy night.
sugarjunk
the storm raged on, as did the girls father. his temper was redder than his face and he did little to hide it. the three daughters sat there, looking everywich way, trying to avoid his eyes. once you get scooped into his eyes, your done. the anger seen in there is enough to scare a mob boss.
laura
The calm before the storm. That’s how the saying goes but really, is it so calm? The storm was being walked out of my work. The “calm” was being told 4 weeks ago this was happening. It wasn’t so calm. It was frantic looking for work when 60 other people were doing the same and there was a freeze on hiring in other departments. Maybe the freeze was the “calm”?
Kim
cold outside, the wind is blowing and the clouds are heavy.. the sky is about to break and you fear it will fall and crumble in front of your eyes
summer.sucks
The pictures were grey, black, red, fierce…fire burned in the sky with veins of lightning pouring down. It was downright apocalyptic.
My ex recommended it on StumbleUpon.
Lydia
storms scare me. the thunder keeps me awake at night. there is something so awesome about lightning and thunder. no one has any control over nature and the weather it produces. i like to have control. the last huge storm i endured was an ice storm. that was the greatest force of nature i have ever witnessed.
katy
Windy days, love life. My life , lightning. rain.Summer day s, winter days. 60 seconds of storms. ama
R
it was a cold night, and the storm was brewing. The stallions were racing around the field as the thunder clapped overhead, and the lightning flashed, the glint of it reflecting in their eyes. Annie rushed outside into the pouring rain, slipping on the mud, racing to get the horses into their stables.
LurancyVenom
storm, i like thunderstorms, i don’t know. she was a character on x-men, but i don’t care for halle berry’s portrayal.
when i was a kid, there were thunderstorms outside my window, and in all the yelling and chaos in my house, there was a storm, and it made me happy.
fanny
stormy weather,feared by most, but not by me, I embrace it, the cold, the destruction, it’s an extension of me… I look down towards the floor… it is done, and none can say otherwise.
Ty
The storms come fast and hard here in Texas. I miss Missouri, where storms were only something to ruin a summer day…not nightly occurrances that make me have to unplug everything in the house because of surges and wake my husband in the middle of the night. I wish I were home.
J
I experienced a storm last night. In a glass.
In a way it was similar to my own life, turmoil in a confined space.
Master A
yo mama feel lik you try to do too much and go over to gamelords youll see the diiff gif read some yoma jokes and dont hashish me shoosh uou kush you push you tush you fuchie coochie love what i do with a
sam
the rain came crashing through
the boundries of reality
cleansing the past
recreating a new day
a dawn that arrives with
new knowledge
surety, patience,
yes.
some love is worth the wait
the sun returns,
shining
on a new day a new hope
a lasting love.
Glo
storms are very nasty. They scare dogs and cats, and can cause great problems in human life. To think about it in fear only is rdiculous, as storms can kill people, disrupt electrical signals (as seen last week in the Euro 2008 match) As i have said, storms are very dangerous, and they are mostly caused by varying wind pressures and air pressures.
chris c
the sky came upon me like a night time vision of gray. i couldn’t see it as much as feel it. it had me itchy and jumpy but i liked it. gato barbieri played in my brain but my mind raced on to see what was next. i was confused. i was unclear. i was right where i wanted to be.
drew
Flashing lights that keep me awake at night are what I know right now. Every roll of thunder comes a little closer and shouts a little louder, announcing it’s presence – as if the lightning and ominously grey sky weren’t quite enough.
Liz
A storm is a crazy weather condition or something that’s great in power in general. We can have a storm filled with rain, thunder and wind. Pure intensity, but we can have a storm of emotions. Either way, a storm, is overpowering. We defeat it sometimes, and sometimes not.
alicia
I like storms…its fun to cuddle with zack when its thundering. Sometimes they wake me up though. My dog hates storms. She gets scared and drools and shakes all over. I used to dance in storms with my sister. We would call mother nature “Lucy”. And thank lucy for giving us a storm to dance in.
Zoe
caryn was always an adventure seeker, but chasing storms down tornado alley? that seemed so dangerous. a thrill seeker to the bone she traveled south and chased the storms. she even brought video back and landed a spot on a local news show! she said she would go back again in a heartbeat!
cari cody
It was raining outside, some people would say “storming.” Lightning flashed, thunder flashed as well, even some perverts were flashing people. It was great.
Then came the X-Men. Storm was with them. It was ironic. Very ironic.
She used her power to try and calm the storm, but it didn’t work. She wasn’t good enough.
Micah Haughey
storm – a frightening thing, Nature’s fury. It makes us realize that after all human is not all powerful, there are forces that still are beyond his control.
rainbow
there was a storm of controvesy, it was a terrilbe thunderstorm, he stormed out of the room. All of these donote something terrilbe and scarry happening.
Virginia
cold dark night sitting in a chair looking out the window. beads of water streaming down the window pain. i’m lonely and i miss you. it’s not fair for you to leave me here alone again.
lover, come back
megan ruth
storming through the door sasha tripped (her heel had broken), FELL flat on her arse, looked up, embarrassed, and waited for us to laugh at her. She didn’t have to wait long. Oi Sash, ty cho u nas!? followed by crisp chunks flying her way.
ticket-tout
There was a storm, I had seen storms before but there was something different about this one. Perhaps it was the events of the day that made this storm seem more ominous. Thundering, sudden lightning strikes. That day was was the beginning of what was to become my life.
Samara O'Hora
Outside the gray clouds rolled and tumbled over the open field. The sound of lightning crashing filled the air as we sat staring out the window of the trailer, waiting. Waiting for the rain. Waiting for the one-armed-man to come. And we knew he would come.
Jeremy walked out from the cabin, the thunderous gales washing over the deck of the ship, the treacherous voyage was looking rather grim at this point. Oh how he wished to be back at him in the not so sunny beaches of southern England.
storm logan is this ridiculous character on this sopa that I don’t tell anyone that I watch. He actaully had a crazy storyline and just died but I’m sure he will be coming back from the other side soon as they usually do in these type of shows.
Coming your way. Be prepared… It knows no mercy.
storm cloud of inspiration (partly perspiration)
fire in the sky, rain drops on your pillow.
preventative as we sit like statues upon your stone gargoyles,
hand tucked into hands. shoulders settle into shoulders
as we watch the rain dissapear into the sand.
A storm was brewing overhead and in their hearts, it seemed. It had been a long and difficult week. The impending storm seemed to be the culmination of something; tangible evidence of a change about to be wrought.
She could feel the wind shift and glanced up at the sky nervously. Getting caught out here in a winter storm was not something you’d enjoy. Watching the clouds move for a minute she guessed she might have enough time to make it to the old cabin before the storm hit. If she was lucky it would just be snow. If she wasn’t, well…
storm, frightening, loud, sad, scary. Raging blowing angry, hatred. Threatening horrid reality.
He strolled through the night, rain fell straight like pencils, each drop falling to the ground with a cacophany of snapping lead.
“Storm? what storm” she asked as her hair blew wildly around. The storm was coming soon and we had to prepare. I grabbed the wood to put over the windows of the old house we rented for the summer. storms like this don’t usually hit in the summer, but it did this time.
Hold on to your hats boys! I said as we worked to get the
It was a stormy rainy night. The trees waved in the wind, the sky boomed with loud thunder and lit up like the 4th
The storm was blowing frightfully outside as we cowered in the meager shelter that was our house. Lightning struck our favorite orchards, and the resulting thunder scared the animals into a stampede that broke through the fence. Even now, we are counting our losses but we still remain hopeful. Not everything can be lost, can it?
A storm brews inside my head. Will there be a rainbow after this one or will it continue.
The dark clouds gathered over the eastern sea board.
Jim could tell there was a huge storm brewing. He took his hat, his battered old lunch box, his spade and hammer and ran to the van which was parked on the lane 100yards away.
As he ran outside the dilapidated croft he could sea a water spout over the sea. It was close, too close. It was huge, a great whirling mist of sea at its foot.
He could hear it coming closer as he flung open the van door. He flung his tools and lunch box onto the van floor, Jumped in, fired up the engine, rammed into first gear floored the gas pedal and drove the old van hard down the lane.
He could sea the twister in the mirror, receding.
through the darkness and into the blue storm with the winds kissing my hair and me feeling the rain feeling so bright at the same time even tho it’s a stormy night.
the storm raged on, as did the girls father. his temper was redder than his face and he did little to hide it. the three daughters sat there, looking everywich way, trying to avoid his eyes. once you get scooped into his eyes, your done. the anger seen in there is enough to scare a mob boss.
The calm before the storm. That’s how the saying goes but really, is it so calm? The storm was being walked out of my work. The “calm” was being told 4 weeks ago this was happening. It wasn’t so calm. It was frantic looking for work when 60 other people were doing the same and there was a freeze on hiring in other departments. Maybe the freeze was the “calm”?
cold outside, the wind is blowing and the clouds are heavy.. the sky is about to break and you fear it will fall and crumble in front of your eyes
The pictures were grey, black, red, fierce…fire burned in the sky with veins of lightning pouring down. It was downright apocalyptic.
My ex recommended it on StumbleUpon.
storms scare me. the thunder keeps me awake at night. there is something so awesome about lightning and thunder. no one has any control over nature and the weather it produces. i like to have control. the last huge storm i endured was an ice storm. that was the greatest force of nature i have ever witnessed.
Windy days, love life. My life , lightning. rain.Summer day s, winter days. 60 seconds of storms. ama
it was a cold night, and the storm was brewing. The stallions were racing around the field as the thunder clapped overhead, and the lightning flashed, the glint of it reflecting in their eyes. Annie rushed outside into the pouring rain, slipping on the mud, racing to get the horses into their stables.
storm, i like thunderstorms, i don’t know. she was a character on x-men, but i don’t care for halle berry’s portrayal.
when i was a kid, there were thunderstorms outside my window, and in all the yelling and chaos in my house, there was a storm, and it made me happy.
stormy weather,feared by most, but not by me, I embrace it, the cold, the destruction, it’s an extension of me… I look down towards the floor… it is done, and none can say otherwise.
The storms come fast and hard here in Texas. I miss Missouri, where storms were only something to ruin a summer day…not nightly occurrances that make me have to unplug everything in the house because of surges and wake my husband in the middle of the night. I wish I were home.
I experienced a storm last night. In a glass.
In a way it was similar to my own life, turmoil in a confined space.
yo mama feel lik you try to do too much and go over to gamelords youll see the diiff gif read some yoma jokes and dont hashish me shoosh uou kush you push you tush you fuchie coochie love what i do with a
the rain came crashing through
the boundries of reality
cleansing the past
recreating a new day
a dawn that arrives with
new knowledge
surety, patience,
yes.
some love is worth the wait
the sun returns,
shining
on a new day a new hope
a lasting love.
storms are very nasty. They scare dogs and cats, and can cause great problems in human life. To think about it in fear only is rdiculous, as storms can kill people, disrupt electrical signals (as seen last week in the Euro 2008 match) As i have said, storms are very dangerous, and they are mostly caused by varying wind pressures and air pressures.
the sky came upon me like a night time vision of gray. i couldn’t see it as much as feel it. it had me itchy and jumpy but i liked it. gato barbieri played in my brain but my mind raced on to see what was next. i was confused. i was unclear. i was right where i wanted to be.
Flashing lights that keep me awake at night are what I know right now. Every roll of thunder comes a little closer and shouts a little louder, announcing it’s presence – as if the lightning and ominously grey sky weren’t quite enough.
A storm is a crazy weather condition or something that’s great in power in general. We can have a storm filled with rain, thunder and wind. Pure intensity, but we can have a storm of emotions. Either way, a storm, is overpowering. We defeat it sometimes, and sometimes not.
I like storms…its fun to cuddle with zack when its thundering. Sometimes they wake me up though. My dog hates storms. She gets scared and drools and shakes all over. I used to dance in storms with my sister. We would call mother nature “Lucy”. And thank lucy for giving us a storm to dance in.
caryn was always an adventure seeker, but chasing storms down tornado alley? that seemed so dangerous. a thrill seeker to the bone she traveled south and chased the storms. she even brought video back and landed a spot on a local news show! she said she would go back again in a heartbeat!
It was raining outside, some people would say “storming.” Lightning flashed, thunder flashed as well, even some perverts were flashing people. It was great.
Then came the X-Men. Storm was with them. It was ironic. Very ironic.
She used her power to try and calm the storm, but it didn’t work. She wasn’t good enough.
storm – a frightening thing, Nature’s fury. It makes us realize that after all human is not all powerful, there are forces that still are beyond his control.
there was a storm of controvesy, it was a terrilbe thunderstorm, he stormed out of the room. All of these donote something terrilbe and scarry happening.
cold dark night sitting in a chair looking out the window. beads of water streaming down the window pain. i’m lonely and i miss you. it’s not fair for you to leave me here alone again.
lover, come back
storming through the door sasha tripped (her heel had broken), FELL flat on her arse, looked up, embarrassed, and waited for us to laugh at her. She didn’t have to wait long. Oi Sash, ty cho u nas!? followed by crisp chunks flying her way.
There was a storm, I had seen storms before but there was something different about this one. Perhaps it was the events of the day that made this storm seem more ominous. Thundering, sudden lightning strikes. That day was was the beginning of what was to become my life.
Outside the gray clouds rolled and tumbled over the open field. The sound of lightning crashing filled the air as we sat staring out the window of the trailer, waiting. Waiting for the rain. Waiting for the one-armed-man to come. And we knew he would come.