She stood with umbrella raised over her head. She was waiting, for someone, for something. Waiting for a train that would never arrive, at least it seemed that way. But the hope always remained of redemption from suburbia.
one day i was using my umbrella to float across the wallabaloo sea. i met a shark named lary. and he nocked me off :( i sank to the bottom and met a mirmaid named valereie and she sang a tune of unknown beauty.
I had an umbrella once. It was big and it covered and stuff. It had a cool rhino handle. Then I lost it. Which sucked. Because I wasn’t protected from the rain anymore. Which sucked, Because being cold and wet sucks.
The first thing that came into my mind as I saw this word was Rihanna’s hit song. I don’t like this song. It’s just another example of the trash that today’s music industry has become. Good music is scarce.
The book umbrella man, the umbrella Corp in resident evil. I never actually read that book but I own it, also I love those movies. I’m actually typing on an iPad, it is such a pain, que lata. That’s how you say what a bother In Spanish!
Umbrellas keep me dry when the rain is pouring down… I actually just got a new umbrella from mi madre… It’s pink, I believe. I never really use umbrellas though because I live in Wyoming and it doesn’t really rain there. Ever.
i love the rain. the sound makes me smile, but it also makes me sleepy. my rainboots and rain jacket and umbrella are my favorite outfit. I love to come home and getting cozy on the couch, preferably with someone so that we can cuddle. the rain makes for mellow days, sometimes even sad. but they are much needed days when they do happen. the rain is my harmony.
under my umbrella ella ella. I really liked this song when it came out. I was impressed that rhianna could walk on point. This song is also going to remind me of a terrible sask express mash up. oh well. I find umbrellas romantic. I guess it came from finding parasols romantic, although I have never had one.
The night gnawed at my skin- running its icy hands up my spine. A truly unruled and haunting wind spat at me from all sides. I inhaled- a bitter lash at my throat- and sat on my haunches. The umbrella above me never faltered, never gave up, it was my safeguard in the black. Perhaps, to the naked eye, I seemed unaffected by the furious talons of the night.
Umbrella me, it is raining down hard, I’ve left mine at home, I’ve lost my way, I’m cold and alone. Umbrella me, shelter me from windswept fury. The world is tender majesty, then brutal glory. I don’t know where I stand in this world. Am I cared for and wanted? Or swept away like an ant on a windy day? Can anyone hear me in the loneliest hour? My mother has died, will mother earth cradle me or toss me aside.
Eheheh under my umbrela. That song was making me very sad a while back. I didn’t feel like I would have an umbrella to stand under, but now I know I will be okay.
rain, things that fall onto your head the umbrella keeps them from hitting you
she’s selfish, for she receives the ugly things instead to you.
she’s nice, colourful and happy even though we used it on ugly and grey days like this one.
i love umbrellas, they’re nice to us.
the rain pored down around me as i search for you. your no where to be found. the rain is bluring my vision. i can’t see a thing. the umbrella flew away. you went along with it. the raindrops are beating down on me, pelting me. my umbrella went away, it left. the one i looked to for shelter. you were my umbrella. you kept me safe during those storms that you knew i was terrified of.
They are for rain. I like them. But don’t really use them as I should. My grandchild got one from last year’s State Fair. She liked it a lot, but her parent’s wouldn’t let her play with is, as she was too young. She was only 1. Don’t know what else to write.
Where some see a shelter from the storm others see a barrier to reality, a blockade against a connection to nature, blackness against the silver light.
rain, rain, go away, come again another day. me and my sister used to sing that as kids. i love the smell of the rain, i hadn’t smelt it in a while until today. so i sat at my window and just watched it and breathed it in. i dont think it as horrible as most people say…
i walk in the rain with my umberella. it is pink and red and i swing it back and forth. i still get wet even though i brought it out with me. i bothered to find it but now i’m still getting wet. i don’t have a hood on my coat so my hair sticks to my face and my makeup slips a bit on my face.
Rihanna’s metaphor for love and the protection it gives you. How interesting since nothing makes you feel more vulnerable and sometimes thrown into the elements like love does. Makes me think of singing in the rain.. but what fun would that be with an umbrella?
umbrellas are pretty fun things to play around with…on non rainy days. In fact i wouldn’t want an umbrella on a rainy day. I like opening umbrellas indoors which is annoying for people around. but umbrellas are just fun on non rainy days. on the other days they just hang somewhere around the house.
The umbrella was white with bright red polka dots. It shielded the blazing rain from my soft untarnished eyes. It warded off the shoots of water trying to impale my thoughts.
I know you’ll always have my back
Even in the darkest of times
I’m sure you’ll always be the light
You’re more than a friend
You’re my every breath
I will always have your umbrella to cover from the rain
an umbrella under which we are all sheltered. an umbrella that keeps the outside world outside. some form of insecurity under the skin that makes you want to always protect yourself from outside influences. are you afraid of change? do you find the situation confusing, alarming, funny? You are a mystery, your true self hides under your umbrella.
The clouds outside are gathering, and me with one thing on my mind. It’s of no use to me without the rain, so I wait until the drops come falling down. When I’m in this place, there’s nothing left. The smell is different. It’s not the same. I’m afraid I don’t understand this rain… but at least I have an umbrella.
this green umbrella covered me entirely. in fact, i had about a foot of moving space surrounding me under the umbrella. it was so huge, i felt protected, nested and completely dry under it. i could go under the worst storm, and still expect this green umbrella to protect me.
You had an umbrella, walking down the one-way street. One arm outstretched to keep your balance on the dotted white line. Then, you fell. The umbrella went blowing away and I ran after it, laughing. Funny how I’ve never forgotten.
It was a cold, rainy day. Chicago had a lot of these days. One where if you were caught without an umbrella, you were simply out of luck. Jasmine had forgotten her umbrella again, and worn her white button-down shirt with the smart slacks. They weren’t so smart looking when she finally arrived at work, soaked to the bone.
it useful for when its raining, i want one cause its colourful. i think of the gean kelly singing in the rain video and the glee version, dance routines with umbrellas are cool. I like to twirl them! The word is funny when you pronounce it slowly um-brel-la! hehe.
To be jabbed between the ribs by an umbrella is a very uncomfortable and painful experience. It teaches you not to get on the wrong side of anyone carrying one. Trust me. This’ll be life’s most important lesson.
catches the rain, from under my poor little head. Keeps my feet dry, brings my mind hope that the sun will soon rise. I enjoy the puddles and sounds of rain pattering against my floral printed umbrella.
Umbrella is entirely different from the word I was expecting. I was expecting some sort of abstract concept, not a facetious trinket used to deflect precipitation.
I take my umbrella out in the rain.
I find its useful, although it doesn’t hide my pain.
The teardrops of the skies, are the like the sharp knifes of those lies.
I wish they’d go away,
and never come again, not any future day.
ella ella ella. youve ruined women for me and i cant love anyone else, because no one else compares. no one cares about me like you, no one protects me like you.
It was raining still in the aftermath and you were sleeping in the bus. And I was with the others outside, texting him under the shade of my plastic-y yellow umbrella. You were scared, all the fight had gone out of you and then you couldn’t remember how you got to Europe. You couldn’t remember how you found me again. You said it was a feeling. You said you just felt like I needed you. You’re wrapped up in my sheets and you tell me you want to go home.
She stood with umbrella raised over her head. She was waiting, for someone, for something. Waiting for a train that would never arrive, at least it seemed that way. But the hope always remained of redemption from suburbia.
one day i was using my umbrella to float across the wallabaloo sea. i met a shark named lary. and he nocked me off :( i sank to the bottom and met a mirmaid named valereie and she sang a tune of unknown beauty.
Sometimes i wish i can just walk, to no where in particular, just holding my umbrella in the rain. Perfect for a romantic first kiss ;D
I had an umbrella once. It was big and it covered and stuff. It had a cool rhino handle. Then I lost it. Which sucked. Because I wasn’t protected from the rain anymore. Which sucked, Because being cold and wet sucks.
Looking around 5th avenue, there’s a sea of brightly colored umbrellas bobbing along; rain drops ricocheting to the puddled pavement below.
The first thing that came into my mind as I saw this word was Rihanna’s hit song. I don’t like this song. It’s just another example of the trash that today’s music industry has become. Good music is scarce.
The book umbrella man, the umbrella Corp in resident evil. I never actually read that book but I own it, also I love those movies. I’m actually typing on an iPad, it is such a pain, que lata. That’s how you say what a bother In Spanish!
Umbrellas keep me dry when the rain is pouring down… I actually just got a new umbrella from mi madre… It’s pink, I believe. I never really use umbrellas though because I live in Wyoming and it doesn’t really rain there. Ever.
i love the rain. the sound makes me smile, but it also makes me sleepy. my rainboots and rain jacket and umbrella are my favorite outfit. I love to come home and getting cozy on the couch, preferably with someone so that we can cuddle. the rain makes for mellow days, sometimes even sad. but they are much needed days when they do happen. the rain is my harmony.
under my umbrella ella ella. I really liked this song when it came out. I was impressed that rhianna could walk on point. This song is also going to remind me of a terrible sask express mash up. oh well. I find umbrellas romantic. I guess it came from finding parasols romantic, although I have never had one.
The night gnawed at my skin- running its icy hands up my spine. A truly unruled and haunting wind spat at me from all sides. I inhaled- a bitter lash at my throat- and sat on my haunches. The umbrella above me never faltered, never gave up, it was my safeguard in the black. Perhaps, to the naked eye, I seemed unaffected by the furious talons of the night.
The yellow plastic hung suspended over black wire, and he stood in the middle of it, smack dab in the center of a smiley face, a grin within a grin.
Umbrella me, it is raining down hard, I’ve left mine at home, I’ve lost my way, I’m cold and alone. Umbrella me, shelter me from windswept fury. The world is tender majesty, then brutal glory. I don’t know where I stand in this world. Am I cared for and wanted? Or swept away like an ant on a windy day? Can anyone hear me in the loneliest hour? My mother has died, will mother earth cradle me or toss me aside.
Eheheh under my umbrela. That song was making me very sad a while back. I didn’t feel like I would have an umbrella to stand under, but now I know I will be okay.
Umbrellas. The bane of my existence. So many, on a crowded day, just waiting to poke me in the eye. Yet none, whenever I need one.
rain, things that fall onto your head the umbrella keeps them from hitting you
she’s selfish, for she receives the ugly things instead to you.
she’s nice, colourful and happy even though we used it on ugly and grey days like this one.
i love umbrellas, they’re nice to us.
the rain pored down around me as i search for you. your no where to be found. the rain is bluring my vision. i can’t see a thing. the umbrella flew away. you went along with it. the raindrops are beating down on me, pelting me. my umbrella went away, it left. the one i looked to for shelter. you were my umbrella. you kept me safe during those storms that you knew i was terrified of.
They are for rain. I like them. But don’t really use them as I should. My grandchild got one from last year’s State Fair. She liked it a lot, but her parent’s wouldn’t let her play with is, as she was too young. She was only 1. Don’t know what else to write.
Where some see a shelter from the storm others see a barrier to reality, a blockade against a connection to nature, blackness against the silver light.
rain, rain, go away, come again another day. me and my sister used to sing that as kids. i love the smell of the rain, i hadn’t smelt it in a while until today. so i sat at my window and just watched it and breathed it in. i dont think it as horrible as most people say…
i walk in the rain with my umberella. it is pink and red and i swing it back and forth. i still get wet even though i brought it out with me. i bothered to find it but now i’m still getting wet. i don’t have a hood on my coat so my hair sticks to my face and my makeup slips a bit on my face.
Rihanna’s metaphor for love and the protection it gives you. How interesting since nothing makes you feel more vulnerable and sometimes thrown into the elements like love does. Makes me think of singing in the rain.. but what fun would that be with an umbrella?
umbrellas are pretty fun things to play around with…on non rainy days. In fact i wouldn’t want an umbrella on a rainy day. I like opening umbrellas indoors which is annoying for people around. but umbrellas are just fun on non rainy days. on the other days they just hang somewhere around the house.
The umbrella was white with bright red polka dots. It shielded the blazing rain from my soft untarnished eyes. It warded off the shoots of water trying to impale my thoughts.
I know you’ll always have my back
Even in the darkest of times
I’m sure you’ll always be the light
You’re more than a friend
You’re my every breath
I will always have your umbrella to cover from the rain
an umbrella under which we are all sheltered. an umbrella that keeps the outside world outside. some form of insecurity under the skin that makes you want to always protect yourself from outside influences. are you afraid of change? do you find the situation confusing, alarming, funny? You are a mystery, your true self hides under your umbrella.
The clouds outside are gathering, and me with one thing on my mind. It’s of no use to me without the rain, so I wait until the drops come falling down. When I’m in this place, there’s nothing left. The smell is different. It’s not the same. I’m afraid I don’t understand this rain… but at least I have an umbrella.
It was pouring with rain. She was standing under a yellow umbrella on the pier- a little blot of colour against the sleeting grey landscape.
this green umbrella covered me entirely. in fact, i had about a foot of moving space surrounding me under the umbrella. it was so huge, i felt protected, nested and completely dry under it. i could go under the worst storm, and still expect this green umbrella to protect me.
You had an umbrella, walking down the one-way street. One arm outstretched to keep your balance on the dotted white line. Then, you fell. The umbrella went blowing away and I ran after it, laughing. Funny how I’ve never forgotten.
its sunny and I am on the beach. life is good.
It was a cold, rainy day. Chicago had a lot of these days. One where if you were caught without an umbrella, you were simply out of luck. Jasmine had forgotten her umbrella again, and worn her white button-down shirt with the smart slacks. They weren’t so smart looking when she finally arrived at work, soaked to the bone.
it useful for when its raining, i want one cause its colourful. i think of the gean kelly singing in the rain video and the glee version, dance routines with umbrellas are cool. I like to twirl them! The word is funny when you pronounce it slowly um-brel-la! hehe.
in life, you can’t always be prepared. thats like saying that a man should have an umbrella all the time in case it rains. it doesnt work like that.
To be jabbed between the ribs by an umbrella is a very uncomfortable and painful experience. It teaches you not to get on the wrong side of anyone carrying one. Trust me. This’ll be life’s most important lesson.
catches the rain, from under my poor little head. Keeps my feet dry, brings my mind hope that the sun will soon rise. I enjoy the puddles and sounds of rain pattering against my floral printed umbrella.
Umbrella is entirely different from the word I was expecting. I was expecting some sort of abstract concept, not a facetious trinket used to deflect precipitation.
I take my umbrella out in the rain.
I find its useful, although it doesn’t hide my pain.
The teardrops of the skies, are the like the sharp knifes of those lies.
I wish they’d go away,
and never come again, not any future day.
ella ella ella. youve ruined women for me and i cant love anyone else, because no one else compares. no one cares about me like you, no one protects me like you.
It was raining still in the aftermath and you were sleeping in the bus. And I was with the others outside, texting him under the shade of my plastic-y yellow umbrella. You were scared, all the fight had gone out of you and then you couldn’t remember how you got to Europe. You couldn’t remember how you found me again. You said it was a feeling. You said you just felt like I needed you. You’re wrapped up in my sheets and you tell me you want to go home.