hey. i was just experimenting on this for fun. haha. yeah. i was bored. why is it the same word again. oh i get it. one word per day. yeah. i see i see. haha. this is kinda lame alrd. i’m lazying around.
sighs. doubts over this storm coming up. hahas. good if it’ll start raining. the weather’s so damn right now. blah blah. and i don’t have an inkling of what to do about this. *jokes*
There is always a certain smell in the air when it’s going to rain, beyond the general cloudiness and the pregnancy of the clouds. You can smell it for hours before it begins, and right before it starts it gets particularly strong. I get migraines when the weather changes, specifically when a storm comes, and it’s funny how the smell of rain I will always relate to intense, horrible pain.
funneling shit wind blowing crap around in a vortexy fashion, although not neccecarily, can also be just like, strong wind or whatever. bum rush the storm front, or don’t, noone really cares, and if they do, it’s just a front, although not a storm front. storms blows.
lovely storm, making its way across the fields. taking anything on its way, showing no mercy. the bulk movement of air flow it is, what are the driving forces i wonder. Pressure differences, it must be, how about placing a probe to detect the velocity at given points in the flowing air?
It started, somewhere in the background. it rose slowly, without impromptu warning, without hesitation or remorse. And it changed things, it turned upside down. Lines that were perpendicular will never be so again.
Last night there was this amazing storm. lightening crashed through the window for hours as thunder shook the house. rain beat against the window and the world was washed clean.
The lightning flashed in the sky. Timmy and Jane huddled beneath the bed. They saw booted feet that stomped, clomped around, looking for them. They dreaded the moment a hand appeared, then a knee, followed by a face. They screamed in agony, terrified and ready to run.
white floating brilliance, and then a crash so loud it knocks off your thoughts. they fall like dry leaves and you know you don’t need them anymore because nothing means anything in the face of this, this beauty, this nature, this destruction, this power, this sheer life.
My initial reaction was to right “storms suck,” though I’m sure I would have written the exact same thing regardless of what the word really was. In reality, storms are a great lot of fun–the thunder, the rain… such a rare occurrence that it’s just good to have something to break up the monotony of blue skies and sunlight once in a while. Of course, there are snow storms, too… those not so great.
Rowing in the rain isn’t so bad. At least you know if you go over the side you’re not going to get much wetter, but rowing with lightning around is frightening. We go out in a metal boat. It might as well be a lightning rod. I’m not sure why we risk our lives for the sake of our sport but we do it.
Water, brave water, taking everything away, washing my car, my dog and my clothes there where in the sun to get dry. Oh shit, I can’t believe I’ll have to wash them again! Got a soup?
there was beauty in it. People were screaming, hising, praying… and the chaos illuminated my soul. If I had to die then, with the wind washing my hair and the water dripping on my shoes and the music and the love… it was all there. The screaming sounded like a pacifying lullaby.
Oh my goodness, it’s windy, it’s raining, it’s gray, and it’s dark. I can’t see her, I can’t see him. I’m all alone, and I’m scared. I tried running away from it and finding a place to rest. But the rain is pouring so hard, I can barely see where I am going. I feel like a runaway slave — I just want to get away from my master, though I don’t know where to go.
The storm raged as the small band of travellers struggled toward the lights halfway up the mountainside. Wind and rain kept them from moving forward; they sidled up draws and over small ridges, hoping for shelter.
There are no storms here. I miss them. When you hear a loud rumble in the sky here, it’s probably an earthquake, or a tree falling on your house, or the wrath of an angry god.
questa parola non mi piace mi ricorda la pioggia e mi ricorda quando mi affaccio alla finestra la mattina e vedo tutto grigio…e questo si riflette sul mio umore..
its cloudy outside. a storm is coming. maybe the ducks will hide under the tree. or maybe they’ll stay out in thelake like they sometimes do. my sister will close hte curtain as soon as the storm starts, and ig my grandmother was here she would disconnect everything. i like when it rain, it makes me feel cozy. i dont like it though when im alone, it scares me to think there might be a flood.
my name is storm. i come and go with the fire of yesterdays brewing idealism. watch me come with a bolt of lighting and the sound of revolutions thunder
the wind w=is blowing hard, my hair blows all ways.
There goes a tree, a cow, a car. The storm is brutal.
Just get into the house and sit thight with your family, or go wild en grab your winsd surfing gear and enjoy the ride. cool wind is blowing big waves are growing. enjoy the fun
Today is stormy, or cloudy really. Storms make me think about life, generally. And sometimes they almost make me feel like my mind and body are floating. That’d be nice. A floating soul in the sky. Is what it’s like to die? Or to live?
Either way, I like the rain.
The storms are my favorite things to be
outside in.
It rains.
It has thunder.
My dog is always afraid of that.
And now I’m thinking of Storm, or Ororo, from
X-Men.
She has a short temper.
I like X Men.
I like comics.
I like V for Vendetta.
I am creating a comic.
Hopefully it actually gets done.
Storms are nice, anyway.
I hate hot weather.
It’s dreadful.
Today there was a storm. It rained very hard so we decided not to go to Target. But then when we were turning into our street, which is only a block from Target, it stopped raining so we turned around to go there. Then when we got home it rained so hard there was hail. Big pieces of hail. Scary.
There was a storm once, and I walked in it. I think I must have been drunk, because I didn’t feel the rain hit my face, or the wind spray seawater over my shoes. I missed you, and I didn’t want to think about you.
one stormy night I had a dream 0f someone in love. It happened fast. The wind blew, the clouds clanged. The night was changed forever.
We entered into the river from the northeast. The falls were to our right.
There’s a storm raging inside me. Today was one of the worst days of my life. I think I’ll remember it forever. I broke down, crying in front of my sister and Micheal — oh and another Michael. So, three people. Anyway, I haven’t cried in a long time. It’s strange because I used to cry all the time. Lately though, anger has continued to build up and up, until I just snapped and started crying. It’s odd also because I’m aware of why I got upset, but at the same time it seems so minuscule. If I tried to explain it to someone, I know they wouldn’t understand.
it’s a dark and stormy nite. iron man and lightning makes you do some dark, steamy sexy things.
there’s nothing like curling up naked under the covers during a storm. drinking champagne of course.
hey. i was just experimenting on this for fun. haha. yeah. i was bored. why is it the same word again. oh i get it. one word per day. yeah. i see i see. haha. this is kinda lame alrd. i’m lazying around.
sighs. doubts over this storm coming up. hahas. good if it’ll start raining. the weather’s so damn right now. blah blah. and i don’t have an inkling of what to do about this. *jokes*
There is always a certain smell in the air when it’s going to rain, beyond the general cloudiness and the pregnancy of the clouds. You can smell it for hours before it begins, and right before it starts it gets particularly strong. I get migraines when the weather changes, specifically when a storm comes, and it’s funny how the smell of rain I will always relate to intense, horrible pain.
hey, i allready wrote about the storm dammit. it blows!
funneling shit wind blowing crap around in a vortexy fashion, although not neccecarily, can also be just like, strong wind or whatever. bum rush the storm front, or don’t, noone really cares, and if they do, it’s just a front, although not a storm front. storms blows.
Storm, not the environmental kind, the social and political versions skirt away from my conciousness too. Mental Storm
lovely storm, making its way across the fields. taking anything on its way, showing no mercy. the bulk movement of air flow it is, what are the driving forces i wonder. Pressure differences, it must be, how about placing a probe to detect the velocity at given points in the flowing air?
It started, somewhere in the background. it rose slowly, without impromptu warning, without hesitation or remorse. And it changed things, it turned upside down. Lines that were perpendicular will never be so again.
Last night there was this amazing storm. lightening crashed through the window for hours as thunder shook the house. rain beat against the window and the world was washed clean.
The lightning flashed in the sky. Timmy and Jane huddled beneath the bed. They saw booted feet that stomped, clomped around, looking for them. They dreaded the moment a hand appeared, then a knee, followed by a face. They screamed in agony, terrified and ready to run.
The face laughed.
“Found you!” Daddy said.
They screamed more and ran away to hide again.
white floating brilliance, and then a crash so loud it knocks off your thoughts. they fall like dry leaves and you know you don’t need them anymore because nothing means anything in the face of this, this beauty, this nature, this destruction, this power, this sheer life.
It was a dark and rainy night. He thought about the last time he ever saw her.
“I miss her” was the last words he whispered before he went of to sleep
My initial reaction was to right “storms suck,” though I’m sure I would have written the exact same thing regardless of what the word really was. In reality, storms are a great lot of fun–the thunder, the rain… such a rare occurrence that it’s just good to have something to break up the monotony of blue skies and sunlight once in a while. Of course, there are snow storms, too… those not so great.
Rowing in the rain isn’t so bad. At least you know if you go over the side you’re not going to get much wetter, but rowing with lightning around is frightening. We go out in a metal boat. It might as well be a lightning rod. I’m not sure why we risk our lives for the sake of our sport but we do it.
Water, brave water, taking everything away, washing my car, my dog and my clothes there where in the sun to get dry. Oh shit, I can’t believe I’ll have to wash them again! Got a soup?
there was beauty in it. People were screaming, hising, praying… and the chaos illuminated my soul. If I had to die then, with the wind washing my hair and the water dripping on my shoes and the music and the love… it was all there. The screaming sounded like a pacifying lullaby.
Oh my goodness, it’s windy, it’s raining, it’s gray, and it’s dark. I can’t see her, I can’t see him. I’m all alone, and I’m scared. I tried running away from it and finding a place to rest. But the rain is pouring so hard, I can barely see where I am going. I feel like a runaway slave — I just want to get away from my master, though I don’t know where to go.
storm is when it ains a lot and there are thunders and big grey clouds.
there is one chapter in the x man with that name
england,sea,windy,bad weather
brain, wave, big, strong, see, lighthouse, water clouds,
raining, raining hard. lightening crashes, an old mother dies. riders on the storm. old black magic. storm troupers. starship troupers. dark night
It was a dark…No. Trite.
The storm raged as the small band of travellers struggled toward the lights halfway up the mountainside. Wind and rain kept them from moving forward; they sidled up draws and over small ridges, hoping for shelter.
It was a dark and stormy night…Charlie Brown! Is that you?!
There are no storms here. I miss them. When you hear a loud rumble in the sky here, it’s probably an earthquake, or a tree falling on your house, or the wrath of an angry god.
But not a thunderstorm.
questa parola non mi piace mi ricorda la pioggia e mi ricorda quando mi affaccio alla finestra la mattina e vedo tutto grigio…e questo si riflette sul mio umore..
in the eye of the storm, i stand. i fuck. i dance. i endure, i will, i always have done so.
there’s nothing else to do when everyone else is rain and thunder. and you are gray.
World. Great to be here. don’t know no better place! ask me what am i doing here?
its cloudy outside. a storm is coming. maybe the ducks will hide under the tree. or maybe they’ll stay out in thelake like they sometimes do. my sister will close hte curtain as soon as the storm starts, and ig my grandmother was here she would disconnect everything. i like when it rain, it makes me feel cozy. i dont like it though when im alone, it scares me to think there might be a flood.
baby was caught in a storm. rain crashing down all around. she ran up to his front door and knocked as loud as she could, wind whipping her hair.
he answered. looked at her. “Baby, come in.”
my name is storm. i come and go with the fire of yesterdays brewing idealism. watch me come with a bolt of lighting and the sound of revolutions thunder
the wind w=is blowing hard, my hair blows all ways.
There goes a tree, a cow, a car. The storm is brutal.
Just get into the house and sit thight with your family, or go wild en grab your winsd surfing gear and enjoy the ride. cool wind is blowing big waves are growing. enjoy the fun
im coming im waxing im waning
dark dream damper done
rages inthe way it is
captures the attention
Today is stormy, or cloudy really. Storms make me think about life, generally. And sometimes they almost make me feel like my mind and body are floating. That’d be nice. A floating soul in the sky. Is what it’s like to die? Or to live?
Either way, I like the rain.
In the storm clouds, I could see electricity running rampant, searching for me, desperate to pierce my heart with it’s terminal touch.
The storms are my favorite things to be
outside in.
It rains.
It has thunder.
My dog is always afraid of that.
And now I’m thinking of Storm, or Ororo, from
X-Men.
She has a short temper.
I like X Men.
I like comics.
I like V for Vendetta.
I am creating a comic.
Hopefully it actually gets done.
Storms are nice, anyway.
I hate hot weather.
It’s dreadful.
Today there was a storm. It rained very hard so we decided not to go to Target. But then when we were turning into our street, which is only a block from Target, it stopped raining so we turned around to go there. Then when we got home it rained so hard there was hail. Big pieces of hail. Scary.
There was a storm once, and I walked in it. I think I must have been drunk, because I didn’t feel the rain hit my face, or the wind spray seawater over my shoes. I missed you, and I didn’t want to think about you.
one stormy night I had a dream 0f someone in love. It happened fast. The wind blew, the clouds clanged. The night was changed forever.
We entered into the river from the northeast. The falls were to our right.
There’s a storm raging inside me. Today was one of the worst days of my life. I think I’ll remember it forever. I broke down, crying in front of my sister and Micheal — oh and another Michael. So, three people. Anyway, I haven’t cried in a long time. It’s strange because I used to cry all the time. Lately though, anger has continued to build up and up, until I just snapped and started crying. It’s odd also because I’m aware of why I got upset, but at the same time it seems so minuscule. If I tried to explain it to someone, I know they wouldn’t understand.