The weatherman had said that it was clear skies ahead. He knew never to trust the weathermen on TV; he’d brought an umbrella.
As the clouds drenched them, he opened his umbrella. He barely missed an eye, he would swear.
Without asking, he pushed the umbrella over her head. Half his hair was now soaked, flat against his face. He didn’t care. As long as she wasn’t.
Remember that little umbrella I used to wear on my head when I was a child? Remember how your mother gave me an umbrella on one of my birthdays? I dreamed of you recently, you know. It’s scary because it’s been a long time but I still think of you. It’s not right.
I stare out of the glass on the door. The rain just keeps pounding onto the parking lot. I huff a breath of air onto it and it goes foggy. But it quickly fades. I quickly grab my umbrella for protection and try to clumsily open it as I push the door open. I get outside with my umbrella situated before locking the door and starting my journey. Here I come world.
get under my umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh. seriously though, that song ruined the word umbrella for me. from now on I will always only use the Afrikaans word for umbrella, which is ‘sambreel’.
The rain pelted me as I struggled to open my umbrella while running from my car to the office building- a distance that was three blocks, today. “Just what I need!” I exclaim as the umbrella remains locked and I become thoroughly soaked in a short distance. Nothing better to end an already terrible week than to ruin my favorite definitely-not-made-for-rain coat.
You can stand under my umbrella ella ella ella ey ey ey
Thats all that comes to mind haha
Jenni
What am I supposed to write about an umbrella? It’s an umbrella for pete’s sake! I can’t say I have anything against them but when it’s not raining – what good are they? I always leave mine lying around the house and it always seems to get in the way. But on he one day that it starts raining…BAM! No umbrella in sight.
Alisa
Covered from the rain and the elements. An unexpected natural event had us running hand in hand. Underneath this shelter with you. I see the water dripping from your hair and face, and I smile, because you are here with me. And we are sharing this moment together.
Umbrellas keep you “safe” from the rain but I don’t want to be safe. I want to embrace the rain. And the same goes for life. I don’t want to be safe from it. Bring on the stormy weather!!!
Katie
all it does is shield us, protect us from something unwanted.
a barrier in between us and something more real, something natural that we should all feel.
and eventually will.
rain water nice kiss
singing
dance
lovely
scream
black
Rihanna
Glee
wet
beautiful
Gabriela
umbrella. ummmmbrelllaaa. standing under my umbrella in the pouring rain. i rush home, and as the water surrounds my feet,, i think to myself, screw it. off come my shoes. my pants roll up. walking downhill in the middle of the biggest storm california has seen in years in insane…but i guess that’s what i am. or atleast, it’s what people call me.
I have been standing in the rain for so long, so unhappy, then I found an umbrella.
Liz
they are pretty cool as they keep u in the shade when its sunny and dry when its raining.They come in many colours such as green,red,blue,yellow brown,black,clear,white,violet,purple and rainbow.
CLARKEE
the rain made a pattering sound on the sidewalk as i ran to the beat. i had to get out of the rain, for my umbrella was not cooperating. so not worth the 5 dollars i paid!
Violet Valour
First he spotted the umbrella; it was unique amongst the sea of black. It was a bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds, but it was different. Most umbrella’s with blue skies are black on the outside, offering only that glimmer of hope to the user. Looking at the cheerful sky he couldn’t help but wonder if the inside was black and gloomy. Perhaps the individual was even risking his own happiness for the sake of the others. By the time he had processed all of this the cheerful umbrella was nearly a block away and turning a corner.
okay fuck the word of the day. i’m pissed off because my boyfriend was supposed to be here at 7:15 (it’s 10:00) now. FFFFUUUUUUUUUUU
no, you may not stand under my umbrella
the rain pounded on the sidewalk as i rushed home. i struggled to open my umbrella, but i got my hand caught in the metal work and let out a yelp. they never work for me!
Violet Valour
I was walking through the streets of Madrid. I exited the Metro at “Ciudad Universitaria” and it started to rain. Of course, I didn’t have my umbrella.
But I’m glad I didn’t. I let the rain fall on my head and wash me clean.
i like to read umbrella academy. there are only two people in the world who know that. that’s cuz I’m afraid people will think I’m a nerd if they know I read comic books. which is kinda stupid, but still. whenever people come over I have to make sure and hide them under the blankets or whatever. i feel like a dork saying this now. also because i said the word “cuz.” why didn’t I just spell out because?? I don’t even know. my favorite character in umbrella academy is number seven. I don’t like 5 so much. i also like 7 and kraken together. they’re kind of meant to be.
ac
Floating or not, Jensen was in a good space. Warm. Comfortable. Pain free. Care free. Hell, he could stand this forever, he thought. But the one thing he could not understand was that he had the oddest sensation of being under a vast umbrella of….thought?
Rainbow colored shelter waiting for rainbows. Puddle jumping, splashing…laughing. The simple pleasures of childhood. Sweet rhythmic pattern, cold, fresh joy.
Melissa
Somehow the ‘Word of the day’ is always relevant to how i’m feeling at the moment. Anywho, umbrella. Silence is my umbrella. For someone like me, someone with a terrible stutter, silence is golden. You have so much you want to say and so much that you want someone to know but in the end you’d rather keep quiet and be a mystery than to have someone think you strange. Or to have that awkward moment when the person realizes you stutter and they don’t want to be rude but they don’t know what to say so they just sit there awkwardly and uncomfortably waiting for you to get out what you want to say. The more and more you try to say what you want to say the harder it gets TO say it and you find yourself sinking inside of yourself and wishing you never said anything to begin with. So an umbrella protects me from rain, but it also protects me from that awful feeling when my stutter takes control. Silence is my umbrella. Umbrella
Jeez i ALWAYS go over the one minute mark -___- ahh well
My umbrella nearly flew out of my hand as it managed to get turned inside out by the wind. “DAMN IT,” I exclaimed. “Just what I needed.” Nothing was going right. My girlfriend had just broken up with me, I was running late for work, and to top it all off, it was pouring out. I sat down on the curb and sobbed. A few moments later, an older woman sat down next to me. “Who was it? That dumped you, I mean.”
Jessica
I needed to cover myself from the onslaught of the huge droplets of rain pounding down around me. My umbrella kept me safe from the pattering rain, and I moved ahead swiftly. I didn’t look back; I didn’t look down. I looked forward and didn’t regret a thing.
I walked and walked, wishing for diversion peace clarity understanding healing resolution. I felt the sand under my feet, hear the ocean beside me and felt the umbrella of your love.
under my um-bre-lla ella ella ay ay ay…
all time low did it better than rihanna.
sarah
I very much want a pointy umbrella in my life. i want a red pointy umbrella to be precise. I want to stand out in the pouring rain with my red pointy umbrella in black and white on a street corner and take a picture.
taylor
It rained. It was always raining, you know. Inside her head. She felt like the day. Like the mess of a girl that she had been walking through the rain, her thoughts could only be shielded temporarily by the distractions of her life. But just like the umbrella, the distractions were merely a shield. The rain never really went away.
Kelly
Janet remembered when she and Drew had kissed for the first time underneath her over-sized, blue and yellow umbrella. The rain had been falling steadily around them while a slight breeze had tugged gently at her umbrella. Her foot even kicked up in the air just like in the movies. It was so cliche’. Janet knew that. But, dry beneath the umbrella and warm in his arms, for once, she didn’t mind cliche’ romances.
I have fallen out of the window
without my umbrella
it is a straight shot fast and tumbling
to unknown ground
and when I hit the turf below
arms flailing and legs in the air
I find that it is so much softer
than expected.
a gentle float would have been so much nicer
but now I am awake.
I’ve always wanted to stand in the rain with someone under an umbrella. Not in the romantic way. I’d like to stand under an umbrella with you forever, just to be that close to you. Just to feel you beside me, safe from the world around us. Under our beat up scrap of an umbrella, the world would be right once again.
The fell in heavy patters, I stood soaking, miserable and wishing I had an umbrella. There weredays when I wished I hadn’t left home to seek a life of wandering and adventure; this was one of them.
fantasist
I stood out in the rain, holding the device that I know is an umbrella. It keeps me dry, shelters me from the pounding or misting of the moist droplets of rain that sometimes bombard me. It’s not always where I left it. Sometimes I have to buy a new one, but in the end, I’d never leave home with it on certain days. I’ve always had one.
Erin
Covering and rainbow paintings. I knew he was taking my picture for a purpose, how could you not notice a giant rainbow umbrella in a thunderstorm. To see the painting in the gallery later was amazing, yet no one believes it was my umbrella.
Anna
The umbrella didn’t even cover us. In fact, it was probably making us more wet than if we were to be completely outside of it. I tried pressing myself against him, but he seemed more annoyed than pleased about that. That whole date was a disaster. I should have given up on asking him to take me out the second time he turned me down.
Toni
He held an umbrella for her as she stepped out of the car. He was a most unusual man, that much was certain. A gentleman was not a thing to be found any longer; a gentleman with a butler was rarer still. All those new-moneyed tech whizzes and swill merchants hadn’t a stitch of class.
grovestrolls
Sunlight filtered through the papery lace material above my head. The bamboo rods spread apart, looking like captured fireworks holding up the thin paper that shaded me. Die-cut designs crisscrossed the red material, giving me glimpses of the sun and scattered clouds above. The bamboo in my hands was light, but firm. I wondered what I must look like to them. A scarlet blooming flower, perhaps.
The weatherman had said that it was clear skies ahead. He knew never to trust the weathermen on TV; he’d brought an umbrella.
As the clouds drenched them, he opened his umbrella. He barely missed an eye, he would swear.
Without asking, he pushed the umbrella over her head. Half his hair was now soaked, flat against his face. He didn’t care. As long as she wasn’t.
Remember that little umbrella I used to wear on my head when I was a child? Remember how your mother gave me an umbrella on one of my birthdays? I dreamed of you recently, you know. It’s scary because it’s been a long time but I still think of you. It’s not right.
I stare out of the glass on the door. The rain just keeps pounding onto the parking lot. I huff a breath of air onto it and it goes foggy. But it quickly fades. I quickly grab my umbrella for protection and try to clumsily open it as I push the door open. I get outside with my umbrella situated before locking the door and starting my journey. Here I come world.
get under my umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh. seriously though, that song ruined the word umbrella for me. from now on I will always only use the Afrikaans word for umbrella, which is ‘sambreel’.
The rain pelted me as I struggled to open my umbrella while running from my car to the office building- a distance that was three blocks, today. “Just what I need!” I exclaim as the umbrella remains locked and I become thoroughly soaked in a short distance. Nothing better to end an already terrible week than to ruin my favorite definitely-not-made-for-rain coat.
You can stand under my umbrella ella ella ella ey ey ey
Thats all that comes to mind haha
What am I supposed to write about an umbrella? It’s an umbrella for pete’s sake! I can’t say I have anything against them but when it’s not raining – what good are they? I always leave mine lying around the house and it always seems to get in the way. But on he one day that it starts raining…BAM! No umbrella in sight.
Covered from the rain and the elements. An unexpected natural event had us running hand in hand. Underneath this shelter with you. I see the water dripping from your hair and face, and I smile, because you are here with me. And we are sharing this moment together.
The umbrella sat lazily near the fireplace. It spread its legs, seductive, transparent, exploited, a sleaze.
Then someone threw it in the fire.
The umbrella sat lazily near the fireplace. It spread its legs, seductive, transparent, raped, a sleaze.
Then someone threw it in the fire.
Umbrellas keep you “safe” from the rain but I don’t want to be safe. I want to embrace the rain. And the same goes for life. I don’t want to be safe from it. Bring on the stormy weather!!!
all it does is shield us, protect us from something unwanted.
a barrier in between us and something more real, something natural that we should all feel.
and eventually will.
rain water nice kiss
singing
dance
lovely
scream
black
Rihanna
Glee
wet
beautiful
umbrella. ummmmbrelllaaa. standing under my umbrella in the pouring rain. i rush home, and as the water surrounds my feet,, i think to myself, screw it. off come my shoes. my pants roll up. walking downhill in the middle of the biggest storm california has seen in years in insane…but i guess that’s what i am. or atleast, it’s what people call me.
I have been standing in the rain for so long, so unhappy, then I found an umbrella.
they are pretty cool as they keep u in the shade when its sunny and dry when its raining.They come in many colours such as green,red,blue,yellow brown,black,clear,white,violet,purple and rainbow.
the rain made a pattering sound on the sidewalk as i ran to the beat. i had to get out of the rain, for my umbrella was not cooperating. so not worth the 5 dollars i paid!
First he spotted the umbrella; it was unique amongst the sea of black. It was a bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds, but it was different. Most umbrella’s with blue skies are black on the outside, offering only that glimmer of hope to the user. Looking at the cheerful sky he couldn’t help but wonder if the inside was black and gloomy. Perhaps the individual was even risking his own happiness for the sake of the others. By the time he had processed all of this the cheerful umbrella was nearly a block away and turning a corner.
okay fuck the word of the day. i’m pissed off because my boyfriend was supposed to be here at 7:15 (it’s 10:00) now. FFFFUUUUUUUUUUU
no, you may not stand under my umbrella
the rain pounded on the sidewalk as i rushed home. i struggled to open my umbrella, but i got my hand caught in the metal work and let out a yelp. they never work for me!
I was walking through the streets of Madrid. I exited the Metro at “Ciudad Universitaria” and it started to rain. Of course, I didn’t have my umbrella.
But I’m glad I didn’t. I let the rain fall on my head and wash me clean.
i like to read umbrella academy. there are only two people in the world who know that. that’s cuz I’m afraid people will think I’m a nerd if they know I read comic books. which is kinda stupid, but still. whenever people come over I have to make sure and hide them under the blankets or whatever. i feel like a dork saying this now. also because i said the word “cuz.” why didn’t I just spell out because?? I don’t even know. my favorite character in umbrella academy is number seven. I don’t like 5 so much. i also like 7 and kraken together. they’re kind of meant to be.
Floating or not, Jensen was in a good space. Warm. Comfortable. Pain free. Care free. Hell, he could stand this forever, he thought. But the one thing he could not understand was that he had the oddest sensation of being under a vast umbrella of….thought?
Rainbow colored shelter waiting for rainbows. Puddle jumping, splashing…laughing. The simple pleasures of childhood. Sweet rhythmic pattern, cold, fresh joy.
Somehow the ‘Word of the day’ is always relevant to how i’m feeling at the moment. Anywho, umbrella. Silence is my umbrella. For someone like me, someone with a terrible stutter, silence is golden. You have so much you want to say and so much that you want someone to know but in the end you’d rather keep quiet and be a mystery than to have someone think you strange. Or to have that awkward moment when the person realizes you stutter and they don’t want to be rude but they don’t know what to say so they just sit there awkwardly and uncomfortably waiting for you to get out what you want to say. The more and more you try to say what you want to say the harder it gets TO say it and you find yourself sinking inside of yourself and wishing you never said anything to begin with. So an umbrella protects me from rain, but it also protects me from that awful feeling when my stutter takes control. Silence is my umbrella. Umbrella
Jeez i ALWAYS go over the one minute mark -___- ahh well
My umbrella nearly flew out of my hand as it managed to get turned inside out by the wind. “DAMN IT,” I exclaimed. “Just what I needed.” Nothing was going right. My girlfriend had just broken up with me, I was running late for work, and to top it all off, it was pouring out. I sat down on the curb and sobbed. A few moments later, an older woman sat down next to me. “Who was it? That dumped you, I mean.”
I needed to cover myself from the onslaught of the huge droplets of rain pounding down around me. My umbrella kept me safe from the pattering rain, and I moved ahead swiftly. I didn’t look back; I didn’t look down. I looked forward and didn’t regret a thing.
I walked and walked, wishing for diversion peace clarity understanding healing resolution. I felt the sand under my feet, hear the ocean beside me and felt the umbrella of your love.
under my um-bre-lla ella ella ay ay ay…
all time low did it better than rihanna.
I very much want a pointy umbrella in my life. i want a red pointy umbrella to be precise. I want to stand out in the pouring rain with my red pointy umbrella in black and white on a street corner and take a picture.
It rained. It was always raining, you know. Inside her head. She felt like the day. Like the mess of a girl that she had been walking through the rain, her thoughts could only be shielded temporarily by the distractions of her life. But just like the umbrella, the distractions were merely a shield. The rain never really went away.
Janet remembered when she and Drew had kissed for the first time underneath her over-sized, blue and yellow umbrella. The rain had been falling steadily around them while a slight breeze had tugged gently at her umbrella. Her foot even kicked up in the air just like in the movies. It was so cliche’. Janet knew that. But, dry beneath the umbrella and warm in his arms, for once, she didn’t mind cliche’ romances.
I have fallen out of the window
without my umbrella
it is a straight shot fast and tumbling
to unknown ground
and when I hit the turf below
arms flailing and legs in the air
I find that it is so much softer
than expected.
a gentle float would have been so much nicer
but now I am awake.
I’ve always wanted to stand in the rain with someone under an umbrella. Not in the romantic way. I’d like to stand under an umbrella with you forever, just to be that close to you. Just to feel you beside me, safe from the world around us. Under our beat up scrap of an umbrella, the world would be right once again.
The fell in heavy patters, I stood soaking, miserable and wishing I had an umbrella. There weredays when I wished I hadn’t left home to seek a life of wandering and adventure; this was one of them.
I stood out in the rain, holding the device that I know is an umbrella. It keeps me dry, shelters me from the pounding or misting of the moist droplets of rain that sometimes bombard me. It’s not always where I left it. Sometimes I have to buy a new one, but in the end, I’d never leave home with it on certain days. I’ve always had one.
Covering and rainbow paintings. I knew he was taking my picture for a purpose, how could you not notice a giant rainbow umbrella in a thunderstorm. To see the painting in the gallery later was amazing, yet no one believes it was my umbrella.
The umbrella didn’t even cover us. In fact, it was probably making us more wet than if we were to be completely outside of it. I tried pressing myself against him, but he seemed more annoyed than pleased about that. That whole date was a disaster. I should have given up on asking him to take me out the second time he turned me down.
He held an umbrella for her as she stepped out of the car. He was a most unusual man, that much was certain. A gentleman was not a thing to be found any longer; a gentleman with a butler was rarer still. All those new-moneyed tech whizzes and swill merchants hadn’t a stitch of class.
Sunlight filtered through the papery lace material above my head. The bamboo rods spread apart, looking like captured fireworks holding up the thin paper that shaded me. Die-cut designs crisscrossed the red material, giving me glimpses of the sun and scattered clouds above. The bamboo in my hands was light, but firm. I wondered what I must look like to them. A scarlet blooming flower, perhaps.