There was the pouring rain and that is all she could hear.
No sounds, no people, just the rain.
It felt like the inside of her, she was crying inside and could do nothing about it.
It was hurting and she felt so alone.
But everyone knows all rain goes away.
I poured the orange juice into the tall martini glass anticipating the added comfort of vodka when it reached my lips. But no, just orange juice this time. I phoned my sister just to tell her about how delicious the orange juice that i just poured and tasted reminded me of or grandmothers and how i needed to see her so we could go out for drinks, I pulled my red hair up into a pony-tail and sat down on one of the sun porches’ newly furnished chairs to finished my orange juice.
The fizzy liquid sloshed into the cool glass cup. The shiny surface of the grape soda swirled around in it, bubbles zooming like magic across the top. The deep indigo color, glittering with silver foam, washed into the chalice. It made a happy sound, a quiet tinkling, a sparkling, a frothy, whispering sputter.
When it rains it pours. It pours out the sky and the sharp little stars and the cold moonlight. And then it pours out the smothering clouds and angry sun. Right on your head.
I poured the drink into the man’s lap. How could he have said this to me? I had never been more insulted in my life. I cried and ran as fast as I could in the other direction. I would never be the same again.
i thought i was babysitting, but i was actually traveling through time. When I thought I was pouring chocolate milk, I was actually pouring magic potion made by witches for the ghosts and frogs so they turn into people.
Pour Jons is a place in siloam springs, AR where you get delicious coffee or tea. The walls are filled with customers’ art, making it very unique and for the public. Several people write things like Bad Wold, which makes me happy, because there is a man in a blue box out there somewhere, i just know it.
The small drops poured down my windowsill. I lay in bed, thinking. And that’s all I did. I thought. It was afternoons like this that made me realize that this is what I live for: rainy afternoons.
pour the vinegar on the salad and mix it lightly. enjoy your meal full of fresh ingredients. it will make you happy. hope you have a good company to eat it with! yes, tralalal hopsasasas
The rain comes pouring down in life, it’s as if it never seems to stop. I can’t believe we’ve been waiting for sunshine for so long. Wonder if it’s ever getting better, even if it seems fatalistic at times.
As i watched the sad woman walk across the parking lot, i pitied her. but then, it struck me that pity was a useless emotion. the wpmen didnt want my pity. what she needed was for people like me to help her instead of pitying her. pity wouldnt change anything and the help couldnt be out of pity. I should help her because it would be the right thing to do.
It was pouring rain outside on that dark, cold night. I saw his shadow then heard a scream. I ran from the bedroom down the dark hall, tripping over my own feet in fear.
I will pour myself onto the etching sketches of this italic form. I am the words that will form. I am the syllables you feel at the tip of your tongue, and I was the overwhelming sensation you feel in yourself when my words reached you. But now, I am you, but you are not me.
The rain poured down my windowsill. It was a quiet afternoon as the drops slowly made their way to the wood frame. I looked from my bed, thinking about anything and everything. This is what I lived for. Rainy afternoons. Time to think. This is what I live for.
I just don’t understand people. Like why do they have to undermine me when I’m here. If it was nothing, then why bring it up? You say that you would say something to me.. But all you would do is say it behind my back. And why doesn’t anyone stick up for me? I’m only 16… I know nothing. Okay, whatever. I’m fine with that. Our family is just full of people who hate each other. All I want to do is call someone and be like come get me. Take my shit out of the dryer and put it in a suitcase and just walk away. And say you know, I’ve never liked you guys. And never have to see them again. Because I truely don’t like them. They don’t know anything about me, and they don’t want to. I’ve never been anything to them. And I realize that I probably shouldn’t have just walked away. But they said I could. And NO ONE ever told me that I had to tell someone where I was going. And plus I had my brother, and I did tell someone eventually. It’s not like it was a huge deal. They should just leave me alone.
The rain poured down outside. The pitter patter on the roof kept Sally from sleeping that night, kept her from dreaming of things that wouldn’t happen.
The rain was relentless. As it poured on my whole body, all my belongings, I felt really quite pathetic. My hair straggled about my face, hanging limply and dripping.
the tears were pouring from her cheek. all that crossed through her mind was the disturbing scene she walked in on. Poor. Pour. Her poor eyes had to see such a sight which led to all those tears pour of of her eyes! What a sight!!!
If you pour your love upon me I will follow. If you drip you will leave me begging for more. If I can taste one drop, one single drop of you I will be content. No thirst can bring me to my knees but the one I have for you.
she poured the milk from the bucket into the churn. It was a heavy bucket and not fir the first time, she began to wish her helper wasn’t a pixie.
Yes you’d think magic would be helpful, but if that magic could turn things into shoes, well, it didn’t do much on a farm let me tell you.
Sometimes you need pouring rain. You need something disastrous, outside your control: the knowledge that if you had planned a big picnic for today, three months before, because it was the only day everyone from your old school could be together, it would be unsalvageably ruined. You sit in your house and not think for a while and listen, or if you did plan that picnic, the act of experiencing it bring ruined together is something in itself.
liquids that i can drink and hopefully onnes that taste yummy and i can enjoy although my bfs cum is gross. pour is the word and i know how to spell it yay. there is another word that sounds like it
water is pouring over the house, i wonder if it can still take us all where we wanted to, oh it rains the rain shall wash everything away and help clean our problems away
i like to pour melted cheese on my soup
the rain pours from the heavens as it cries
it is pouring raindrops outside
pour that fondue over here
pour the paint out
and they shall pour into the streets
the tea slowly poured into the small tea cup, the warmth and the rosy aroma filled the room immediately. It was as if it gave me a ghostly warm hug. The cups were perfectly placed as the teapot was set back onto the table.
pour the milk into a bowl and drink it with cereal and its supperrr good , i could go for a bowl right now. by the way im at work and super bored at asw well and i cant stop thinking about going to the gym because of how bored i am. i think tonight im going to get smashed after i get off work and thats what my plan is.
I went to the store. Outside the rain was pouring down, a cold and torrential downpour. I stood watching the rain as it poured from the roof onto my deck. I poured myself a cup of tea as I watched the rain from my window.
I’m waking up from a dark dream, my throat is dry and my skin is wet of sweat. I climb out of my bed and rubbing my eyes and try to find a cup to pour my whiskey in. These past nights it has been the only thing that could let me sleep again.
Also gieße ich mir noch ein Glas ein.
“Weißt du”, sagte ich sinnend, “das ist wirklich eine wunderbare Idee.”
Sie lächelte erfreut.
“Wann fangen wir an?”, fragte sie.
She smiled up at the sky, it was raining and she loved it. There was nothing better than standing in the night, the dark skies hugging you with the rain, each dark, cold drop caressing you, loving you. Holding you tighter and warmer than any other human.
It was absolutely tipping it down, pouring in fact. And she loved it.
pour the water in the glass. do it quickly. my throat is closing up. No, turn your wrist slightly when you pour or you will spill it. dont use the good glasses. use the clay mugs. i prefer them to the glass.
She poured the tea with one hand on the hands, and one hand cupping the hot teapot. It was a cold day outside, and in perfect symmetry the rain was pouring down the windows in little rivulets.
I turned my head back to her, and she smiled, looking up from pouring the tea. She walked around to her cup, and continued to pour tea.
I like tea now.
Clouds full of water pour rain droplets onto the earth below showering plants and animals alike with its refreshing coolness.
He poured out his soul out to her and yet she rejected his earnest advancements.
I like to pour cereal into my bowl before the milk.
“Pour some sugar on me” – that was the first thing, which came to my mind when I read this word. That’s a line from a rock song I used to listen to in the 80s or 90s =)
It’s raining its pouring the old man is snoring. But its not porridge, its pour. Not poor, but pour. Like fresh rain, pour. Like sadness coming down, pour. So let it pour. Come on down and pour. All you want all you know, just let it pour.
stressed day at work; you pour a cup of tea.
There was the pouring rain and that is all she could hear.
No sounds, no people, just the rain.
It felt like the inside of her, she was crying inside and could do nothing about it.
It was hurting and she felt so alone.
But everyone knows all rain goes away.
I poured the orange juice into the tall martini glass anticipating the added comfort of vodka when it reached my lips. But no, just orange juice this time. I phoned my sister just to tell her about how delicious the orange juice that i just poured and tasted reminded me of or grandmothers and how i needed to see her so we could go out for drinks, I pulled my red hair up into a pony-tail and sat down on one of the sun porches’ newly furnished chairs to finished my orange juice.
The fizzy liquid sloshed into the cool glass cup. The shiny surface of the grape soda swirled around in it, bubbles zooming like magic across the top. The deep indigo color, glittering with silver foam, washed into the chalice. It made a happy sound, a quiet tinkling, a sparkling, a frothy, whispering sputter.
When it rains it pours. It pours out the sky and the sharp little stars and the cold moonlight. And then it pours out the smothering clouds and angry sun. Right on your head.
I poured the drink into the man’s lap. How could he have said this to me? I had never been more insulted in my life. I cried and ran as fast as I could in the other direction. I would never be the same again.
he pour sunshine into my life with his smile
he pour music into my ears with his laughter
he pour love into my heart with the look in his eyes
i dont know what it is, so i dont know what to write. pour.
i thought i was babysitting, but i was actually traveling through time. When I thought I was pouring chocolate milk, I was actually pouring magic potion made by witches for the ghosts and frogs so they turn into people.
Pour Jons is a place in siloam springs, AR where you get delicious coffee or tea. The walls are filled with customers’ art, making it very unique and for the public. Several people write things like Bad Wold, which makes me happy, because there is a man in a blue box out there somewhere, i just know it.
The small drops poured down my windowsill. I lay in bed, thinking. And that’s all I did. I thought. It was afternoons like this that made me realize that this is what I live for: rainy afternoons.
pour the vinegar on the salad and mix it lightly. enjoy your meal full of fresh ingredients. it will make you happy. hope you have a good company to eat it with! yes, tralalal hopsasasas
The rain comes pouring down in life, it’s as if it never seems to stop. I can’t believe we’ve been waiting for sunshine for so long. Wonder if it’s ever getting better, even if it seems fatalistic at times.
As i watched the sad woman walk across the parking lot, i pitied her. but then, it struck me that pity was a useless emotion. the wpmen didnt want my pity. what she needed was for people like me to help her instead of pitying her. pity wouldnt change anything and the help couldnt be out of pity. I should help her because it would be the right thing to do.
It was pouring rain outside on that dark, cold night. I saw his shadow then heard a scream. I ran from the bedroom down the dark hall, tripping over my own feet in fear.
I will pour myself onto the etching sketches of this italic form. I am the words that will form. I am the syllables you feel at the tip of your tongue, and I was the overwhelming sensation you feel in yourself when my words reached you. But now, I am you, but you are not me.
The rain poured down my windowsill. It was a quiet afternoon as the drops slowly made their way to the wood frame. I looked from my bed, thinking about anything and everything. This is what I lived for. Rainy afternoons. Time to think. This is what I live for.
I just don’t understand people. Like why do they have to undermine me when I’m here. If it was nothing, then why bring it up? You say that you would say something to me.. But all you would do is say it behind my back. And why doesn’t anyone stick up for me? I’m only 16… I know nothing. Okay, whatever. I’m fine with that. Our family is just full of people who hate each other. All I want to do is call someone and be like come get me. Take my shit out of the dryer and put it in a suitcase and just walk away. And say you know, I’ve never liked you guys. And never have to see them again. Because I truely don’t like them. They don’t know anything about me, and they don’t want to. I’ve never been anything to them. And I realize that I probably shouldn’t have just walked away. But they said I could. And NO ONE ever told me that I had to tell someone where I was going. And plus I had my brother, and I did tell someone eventually. It’s not like it was a huge deal. They should just leave me alone.
The rain poured down outside. The pitter patter on the roof kept Sally from sleeping that night, kept her from dreaming of things that wouldn’t happen.
The rain was relentless. As it poured on my whole body, all my belongings, I felt really quite pathetic. My hair straggled about my face, hanging limply and dripping.
the tears were pouring from her cheek. all that crossed through her mind was the disturbing scene she walked in on. Poor. Pour. Her poor eyes had to see such a sight which led to all those tears pour of of her eyes! What a sight!!!
If you pour your love upon me I will follow. If you drip you will leave me begging for more. If I can taste one drop, one single drop of you I will be content. No thirst can bring me to my knees but the one I have for you.
she poured the milk from the bucket into the churn. It was a heavy bucket and not fir the first time, she began to wish her helper wasn’t a pixie.
Yes you’d think magic would be helpful, but if that magic could turn things into shoes, well, it didn’t do much on a farm let me tell you.
Sometimes you need pouring rain. You need something disastrous, outside your control: the knowledge that if you had planned a big picnic for today, three months before, because it was the only day everyone from your old school could be together, it would be unsalvageably ruined. You sit in your house and not think for a while and listen, or if you did plan that picnic, the act of experiencing it bring ruined together is something in itself.
liquids that i can drink and hopefully onnes that taste yummy and i can enjoy although my bfs cum is gross. pour is the word and i know how to spell it yay. there is another word that sounds like it
pour water into a cup like a crazy person who is in a desperatly need os water… i want to pour something into you.
water is pouring over the house, i wonder if it can still take us all where we wanted to, oh it rains the rain shall wash everything away and help clean our problems away
i like to pour melted cheese on my soup
the rain pours from the heavens as it cries
it is pouring raindrops outside
pour that fondue over here
pour the paint out
and they shall pour into the streets
the tea slowly poured into the small tea cup, the warmth and the rosy aroma filled the room immediately. It was as if it gave me a ghostly warm hug. The cups were perfectly placed as the teapot was set back onto the table.
pour the milk into a bowl and drink it with cereal and its supperrr good , i could go for a bowl right now. by the way im at work and super bored at asw well and i cant stop thinking about going to the gym because of how bored i am. i think tonight im going to get smashed after i get off work and thats what my plan is.
I went to the store. Outside the rain was pouring down, a cold and torrential downpour. I stood watching the rain as it poured from the roof onto my deck. I poured myself a cup of tea as I watched the rain from my window.
the rain kept pouring but it didn’t matter. they kept dancing in the rain till they were out of breath.
the end
I’m waking up from a dark dream, my throat is dry and my skin is wet of sweat. I climb out of my bed and rubbing my eyes and try to find a cup to pour my whiskey in. These past nights it has been the only thing that could let me sleep again.
Also gieße ich mir noch ein Glas ein.
“Weißt du”, sagte ich sinnend, “das ist wirklich eine wunderbare Idee.”
Sie lächelte erfreut.
“Wann fangen wir an?”, fragte sie.
She smiled up at the sky, it was raining and she loved it. There was nothing better than standing in the night, the dark skies hugging you with the rain, each dark, cold drop caressing you, loving you. Holding you tighter and warmer than any other human.
It was absolutely tipping it down, pouring in fact. And she loved it.
pour the water in the glass. do it quickly. my throat is closing up. No, turn your wrist slightly when you pour or you will spill it. dont use the good glasses. use the clay mugs. i prefer them to the glass.
She poured the tea with one hand on the hands, and one hand cupping the hot teapot. It was a cold day outside, and in perfect symmetry the rain was pouring down the windows in little rivulets.
I turned my head back to her, and she smiled, looking up from pouring the tea. She walked around to her cup, and continued to pour tea.
I like tea now.
Clouds full of water pour rain droplets onto the earth below showering plants and animals alike with its refreshing coolness.
He poured out his soul out to her and yet she rejected his earnest advancements.
I like to pour cereal into my bowl before the milk.
“Pour some sugar on me” – that was the first thing, which came to my mind when I read this word. That’s a line from a rock song I used to listen to in the 80s or 90s =)
Memories…
It’s raining its pouring the old man is snoring. But its not porridge, its pour. Not poor, but pour. Like fresh rain, pour. Like sadness coming down, pour. So let it pour. Come on down and pour. All you want all you know, just let it pour.