I feel safe under your umbrella, even in drought. The downpour can never touch me, and I can step out from under it whenever I need to catch a ray of summer sun.
The umbrella that will shield ourselves with every day will ultimately keep us from taking oppurtunities that we will eventally regret not taking. Everyone has their own umbrella, the only difference is the type of weather we shield ourselves from.
Keeton stared at the platinum blonde girl he had just saved from nearly being crushed by a bus. Everything about her was…colourful. She had on bright pink shorts with a neon yellow shirt and a blue sweater. There was a bucket hat on her head, and a polka dot umbrella in her right hand, despite the sun shining down on them. Her arms were filled with multi coloured bracelets, going nearly to her elbows. In a small town like this, she stood out, and that wasn’t a good thing.
“I’m sorry, I should be more careful where I’m going.” she said in an airy voice.
“You think?” He voiced as the thought entered his head. “Just be more careful next time.” He sighed.
“That’s the thing about a new town, you never know when something exciting is going to happen.” Exciting? He thought. God, this girl really was insane. Time to leave. He just gave her a nod, and headed off.
“Wait! Your name!” She called
“Keeton.” He said over his shoulder as he walked away.
“I’m Amira!!” She shouted back, waving and a huge grin on her face. “It was nice to meet you!” She called, but he pretended he couldn’t hear. Best to stay away from someone like that. Yet..he was curious.
I like those clear umbrellas. The ones you can look up in and watch the rain fall at your face, like its desperately trying to reach you, but just spilling off the sides and the perimeters of the umbrella you’re holding to stay dry. I especially like the polka dotted ones. Not because they’re useful but because they’re just fun. And I like that.
Really? I had no idea you needed an umbrella. Why? It’s blue skies and beautiful outside. Are you planning on jumping to the rain forest or something? What could you possibly need an umbrella for? Unless you’re planning to…OH! Yes, you’re sailing to the moon, aren’t you?
It was pouring. The sound of the rain drenching her mind. Washing her sorrows away. She heard the patter of the rain droplets on her umbrella and remembered. That pain inside her. When she killed her son. Poverty.
A sentence in my last thing said “Certainly not a piano,” but I meant “Certainly not an umbrella.” My time was running out and it was a stupid mistake. I just wanted to clear that up. Although, I guess it could make sense the original way if you’re thinking is kind of nonlinear… (and whose isn’t every now and then?)
tomorrow i leave
and all of my worldly possessions
that i keep together
under my umbrella
will vanish.
some i take with me
those i don’t
exist in the child within me
and soon
the umbrella will
hover over
different
more suitable possessions
The umbrella of clouds covered the sun, making Elia sigh in relief as she could finally look out over the water in front of her without squinting. It had been quite some time since she had come to this place. Nearly two years. She avoided it like a plague; there were no good memories here.
Probably one of the weirdest words I’ve ever heard and yet such a strong symbol when you think about it. Offering protection, or whatever. But not really. It can protect you from, what? Rain? Maybe really small hail? But what’s going to protect you when someone drops a piano on your head? Certainly not a piano. If you’re going to say I make you feel safe, don’t compare me to a fucking umbrella.
I pressed the button and POOF, the umbrella flourished in front of me, sending hundreds of raindrops pitter pattering in the opposite direction. I freaking hate umbrellas. The never want to stay up for me but maybe today I’ll be lucky.
The umbrella clattered to the ground, forgotten in the heat of the moment. He always thought his first kiss would be spur of the moment, since that’s just the kind of guy he is. He even dared say that everyone expected it, too. The only thing that was different from the scenario in his head was that he thought his first kiss would be with a girl.
So useful, and in so many ways: umbrellas for bad weather shield pedestrians from said bad weather, and umbrella terms for those who can’t think of anything better to say become the best thing since Confucius-isms in the board room.
The umbrella stood in the corner. It appeared to have been beaten all to hell. It had seen much better days. Its owner must have abandoned it in hopes of never needing it again. Somehow, it bespoke a sad tale of loneliness and rain.
the umbrella opened in a flutter of colors. all of the sudden it seemed as if my whole world had transformed. standing under the umbrella i felt safe, like nothing could get me, like all of my fears, all of the things i had been running from this past year just bounced off of the umbrella with all the raindrops. Trickling down, falling off, and just getting washed down the drain.
Umbrella block the rain. Sometimes we need metaphorical umbrella in out life to block the thunderstorms of life. The bad times that keep showering down on us. All the sadness and hate. We all wish we had a shield, but we can never truly be covered.
umbrella protection from the rain the sun the wind but the wind is strong and rips at you and tries to tear you from my hands and the sun beats down and tries to fade your brilliant colors and the rain is coming in all around and splashes up from the cold and gray cement as i run trying to find my way to safety and you try so hard to keep me from the simplest discomfort and yet the tears run down my face drops on my hands as i hunch over leaning into the wind. the wind threatening to push you up and away from me. these natural things that are constant and not and necessary and an annoyance….wishy washy up and down side to side shifting all around, harassment from the normal. I thank thee brave umbrella for trying so hard and sacrificing yourself. I apologize for this common burial. One last look at you as I turn from the trash can and face natures fury alone, vulnerable.
One time when I was maybe four years old, I was walking in a storm with my mom. Eventually, the wind picked up, and I couldn’t hold on and it flew out of my hands!
Sometimes you need an umbrella. And sometimes you don’t have one. What do you do? Maybe you improvise. Use a shirt or something. Well, being prepared for anything is a good thing. Are you prepared spiritually? Do you have your Umbrella to protect you?
Janice walked quickly, shoulders hunched against the heavy downpour that showered over her head. Her eyes darted nervously about the street as a result to the heavy paranoia that burdened her mind. It was rush hour, and the streets were packed with unfamiliar faces that shouldered their way through the crowds of people sheltered beneath umbrellas.
today, my cousin Monica got an umbrella for her birthday. It was maroon and white with the harvard emblem on it. it was 56 inches in diameter so it was quite large.
He offered me the umbrella, grudgingly.
I stood there shivering looking at him. His face was hidden beneath his hair.
I didn’t know what to do so I continued to stand there staring at him, wide-eyed.
“Tch.” he clicked his tongue, “You’re going to freeze to death. Just take the umbrella, will ya?”
“But..” I began to protest.
He turned and shoved the umbrella into my arms, “Just take it already!” and he ran off into the rain, bag over his head.
Staring after him he was lost quickly in the rain. I shook my head to clear it and ran after him opening the umbrella as I went.
When I didn’t catch up to him immediately I swore under my breath.
There was no way I would catch him just running. Especially with this rain, I would slip and fall.
I yanked the necklace out from under my shirt and slowed my breathing. My eyes shot wide open and I was able to take a leap to a branch. From there I ran and jumped as fast as I could to catch him.
‘Where are you?” I muttered.
Then suddenly my eyes picked up a black spot running along. I dropped down to the ground, crouching. Turning my powers off and stowing my necklace away I ran quickly and yelled out his name.
He skidded to a stop and due to the wet ground fell.
I gasped and ran to him, umbrella now open. I crouched over him and looked closely.
“Are…are you okay?” I asked nervously.
“Ugh…fine.” He winced and slowly tried to stand then fell back to a sitting position. He set his head down and sighed putting his hands over his eyes.
“Argggg….”
I couldn’t help it. I giggled, and that giggle soon turned to full-out laughter.
He moved his hands slightly away from his eyes, “What’s so funny?”
“That’s what you get for trying to run away from me!” I said still laughing.
His face turned into a pout. “It hurts!”
“Pshh, baby.” I smiled down at him laughter barely contained.
His eyes widened and he stared at me shocked.
“What?” I asked worried, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” he said and pulled me close so his lips touched mine.
My eyes widened but almost immediately my brain forgot everything else except for the feel of his lips on mine.
His hand stroked my cheek and my hand wandered to play with his curls. The intensity of the kiss grew as we both realized that this was something we agreed on.
We broke away for breath and I stared into his deep chocolate eyes. I seemed to fall into their depths and before I knew it I was the one reaching for his lips. I moved from crouching to kneeling next to him as he propped himself up on his elbow. The umbrella dropped out of my hand and I held onto him tightly. He began to slow and the kiss was softer. He moved away and I saw his smile before he kissed me lightly on the lips. I looked at him wonder. His smile was small now and shy.
“That…”I couldn’t help myself from smiling. I flung my arms around his neck and pulled him tight. I gave him a peck on the cheek and then burrowed my head in his shoulder.
I could feel him stiffen at the contact he normally despised. But his muscles loosened and he hugged me back.
Nothing made me happier than that moment. He held me tightly and there was nothing else that could ever matter.
Under my um
ba
rella
ella
eh
eh
eh
What a simple sentiment that people would often disregard. You can stand under my umbrella. When life rains down nothing but pain and disappointment, I will shield you in whatever way I can.
I was standing under the umbrella when I saw you sprinting through the parking lot with you text book over your head. You dropped your keys and I took the opportunity to introduce myself.
My umbrella had little watermelons all over it and while I was really proud of how cool it was I clipped my finger on the little thing that held it up when I was trying to put it down. Freaked a five year old out.
May I hide under your umbrella? Will it protect me from this thunderstorm so many of us call life? I don’t even think we need an umbrella, baby. I feel safe enough with you by my side. Nothing can touch me here if it’s just me and you. And I’ll stay here forever if that’s alright.
Umbrellas remind me of Mary Poppins, and rightfully so.
I’ve always kind of wished I was Julie Andrews…. for more than one reason, of course, but one of the main contributors being so I could be picked up by the wind and float atop chimneys in London being held up and propelled by nothing more than a few pieces of wiry metal with some fabric draped over them in a lovely little semi-circular shape.
Hurricane Irene is heading our way. I’ll have to get my umbrella ready because that means a lot of rain. I hope there is no heavy wind and flooding. Hurricane Fran was too scary. Me no like hurricanes.
Larissa stood on the street corner in New York, frozen to the bone with rain pelting her with what felt like tiny daggers, slicing her skin and her clothes open until she was nothing but a bloody mass streaming on the sidewalk. But suddenly that all ended. She looked up in surprise at a black umbrella and then followed its handle to a slender yet masculine hand connected to a similarly slender arm connected to a man that was now standing in the rain she’d just been in. She stepped back until he was back under the cover of his own umbrella and smiled. “Thank you.”
Come under my umbrella. Let’s share the moment while the rain pours down. How I wish you’d come. Even just for a while. Come underneath my umbrella. Show me that smile. And that moment I’ll treasure, even if it’s just for a while…
Beneath the umbrella I look out at a different world. I am dry, warm. The world outside so dark and wet. Reaching out an arm I feel the freezing drops on my hand.
He was hestitant to use the umbrella. He remembered how embarrassing it was the last time he tried to open it and it flung open, hitting the lady standing in front of him. Deterred, he stuffed it back into his bag but he knew he would be chided for not using it when he got home.
The umbrella is teared apart. It is full of holes letting water come through when rain is upon us. Nevertheless, when the sun is shining, it lets in a steamy ray.
The rain came lashing down sideways. my umbrella afforded little protectiona against the onslaught the storm was like my ;emotions the unbrella like my ;heart tattered and torn
I feel safe under your umbrella, even in drought. The downpour can never touch me, and I can step out from under it whenever I need to catch a ray of summer sun.
She opened the umbrella, and the rain splattered off.
“When will I see you next?” she asked.
“When does the moon turn red?” asked the Rabbit.
“Holy sh*t you’re a rabbit, when did this happen?!?”
“Ah!”
The umbrella that will shield ourselves with every day will ultimately keep us from taking oppurtunities that we will eventally regret not taking. Everyone has their own umbrella, the only difference is the type of weather we shield ourselves from.
Keeton stared at the platinum blonde girl he had just saved from nearly being crushed by a bus. Everything about her was…colourful. She had on bright pink shorts with a neon yellow shirt and a blue sweater. There was a bucket hat on her head, and a polka dot umbrella in her right hand, despite the sun shining down on them. Her arms were filled with multi coloured bracelets, going nearly to her elbows. In a small town like this, she stood out, and that wasn’t a good thing.
“I’m sorry, I should be more careful where I’m going.” she said in an airy voice.
“You think?” He voiced as the thought entered his head. “Just be more careful next time.” He sighed.
“That’s the thing about a new town, you never know when something exciting is going to happen.” Exciting? He thought. God, this girl really was insane. Time to leave. He just gave her a nod, and headed off.
“Wait! Your name!” She called
“Keeton.” He said over his shoulder as he walked away.
“I’m Amira!!” She shouted back, waving and a huge grin on her face. “It was nice to meet you!” She called, but he pretended he couldn’t hear. Best to stay away from someone like that. Yet..he was curious.
I like those clear umbrellas. The ones you can look up in and watch the rain fall at your face, like its desperately trying to reach you, but just spilling off the sides and the perimeters of the umbrella you’re holding to stay dry. I especially like the polka dotted ones. Not because they’re useful but because they’re just fun. And I like that.
Really? I had no idea you needed an umbrella. Why? It’s blue skies and beautiful outside. Are you planning on jumping to the rain forest or something? What could you possibly need an umbrella for? Unless you’re planning to…OH! Yes, you’re sailing to the moon, aren’t you?
It was pouring. The sound of the rain drenching her mind. Washing her sorrows away. She heard the patter of the rain droplets on her umbrella and remembered. That pain inside her. When she killed her son. Poverty.
A sentence in my last thing said “Certainly not a piano,” but I meant “Certainly not an umbrella.” My time was running out and it was a stupid mistake. I just wanted to clear that up. Although, I guess it could make sense the original way if you’re thinking is kind of nonlinear… (and whose isn’t every now and then?)
tomorrow i leave
and all of my worldly possessions
that i keep together
under my umbrella
will vanish.
some i take with me
those i don’t
exist in the child within me
and soon
the umbrella will
hover over
different
more suitable possessions
The umbrella of clouds covered the sun, making Elia sigh in relief as she could finally look out over the water in front of her without squinting. It had been quite some time since she had come to this place. Nearly two years. She avoided it like a plague; there were no good memories here.
Probably one of the weirdest words I’ve ever heard and yet such a strong symbol when you think about it. Offering protection, or whatever. But not really. It can protect you from, what? Rain? Maybe really small hail? But what’s going to protect you when someone drops a piano on your head? Certainly not a piano. If you’re going to say I make you feel safe, don’t compare me to a fucking umbrella.
umbrella
I pressed the button and POOF, the umbrella flourished in front of me, sending hundreds of raindrops pitter pattering in the opposite direction. I freaking hate umbrellas. The never want to stay up for me but maybe today I’ll be lucky.
The umbrella clattered to the ground, forgotten in the heat of the moment. He always thought his first kiss would be spur of the moment, since that’s just the kind of guy he is. He even dared say that everyone expected it, too. The only thing that was different from the scenario in his head was that he thought his first kiss would be with a girl.
So useful, and in so many ways: umbrellas for bad weather shield pedestrians from said bad weather, and umbrella terms for those who can’t think of anything better to say become the best thing since Confucius-isms in the board room.
The umbrella stood in the corner. It appeared to have been beaten all to hell. It had seen much better days. Its owner must have abandoned it in hopes of never needing it again. Somehow, it bespoke a sad tale of loneliness and rain.
the umbrella opened in a flutter of colors. all of the sudden it seemed as if my whole world had transformed. standing under the umbrella i felt safe, like nothing could get me, like all of my fears, all of the things i had been running from this past year just bounced off of the umbrella with all the raindrops. Trickling down, falling off, and just getting washed down the drain.
Umbrella block the rain. Sometimes we need metaphorical umbrella in out life to block the thunderstorms of life. The bad times that keep showering down on us. All the sadness and hate. We all wish we had a shield, but we can never truly be covered.
umbrella protection from the rain the sun the wind but the wind is strong and rips at you and tries to tear you from my hands and the sun beats down and tries to fade your brilliant colors and the rain is coming in all around and splashes up from the cold and gray cement as i run trying to find my way to safety and you try so hard to keep me from the simplest discomfort and yet the tears run down my face drops on my hands as i hunch over leaning into the wind. the wind threatening to push you up and away from me. these natural things that are constant and not and necessary and an annoyance….wishy washy up and down side to side shifting all around, harassment from the normal. I thank thee brave umbrella for trying so hard and sacrificing yourself. I apologize for this common burial. One last look at you as I turn from the trash can and face natures fury alone, vulnerable.
One time when I was maybe four years old, I was walking in a storm with my mom. Eventually, the wind picked up, and I couldn’t hold on and it flew out of my hands!
Sometimes you need an umbrella. And sometimes you don’t have one. What do you do? Maybe you improvise. Use a shirt or something. Well, being prepared for anything is a good thing. Are you prepared spiritually? Do you have your Umbrella to protect you?
Janice walked quickly, shoulders hunched against the heavy downpour that showered over her head. Her eyes darted nervously about the street as a result to the heavy paranoia that burdened her mind. It was rush hour, and the streets were packed with unfamiliar faces that shouldered their way through the crowds of people sheltered beneath umbrellas.
today, my cousin Monica got an umbrella for her birthday. It was maroon and white with the harvard emblem on it. it was 56 inches in diameter so it was quite large.
The metal arms spread out and the material fluttered open. He raised the domed shape above his head and parted the raindrops as they fell.
He offered me the umbrella, grudgingly.
I stood there shivering looking at him. His face was hidden beneath his hair.
I didn’t know what to do so I continued to stand there staring at him, wide-eyed.
“Tch.” he clicked his tongue, “You’re going to freeze to death. Just take the umbrella, will ya?”
“But..” I began to protest.
He turned and shoved the umbrella into my arms, “Just take it already!” and he ran off into the rain, bag over his head.
Staring after him he was lost quickly in the rain. I shook my head to clear it and ran after him opening the umbrella as I went.
When I didn’t catch up to him immediately I swore under my breath.
There was no way I would catch him just running. Especially with this rain, I would slip and fall.
I yanked the necklace out from under my shirt and slowed my breathing. My eyes shot wide open and I was able to take a leap to a branch. From there I ran and jumped as fast as I could to catch him.
‘Where are you?” I muttered.
Then suddenly my eyes picked up a black spot running along. I dropped down to the ground, crouching. Turning my powers off and stowing my necklace away I ran quickly and yelled out his name.
He skidded to a stop and due to the wet ground fell.
I gasped and ran to him, umbrella now open. I crouched over him and looked closely.
“Are…are you okay?” I asked nervously.
“Ugh…fine.” He winced and slowly tried to stand then fell back to a sitting position. He set his head down and sighed putting his hands over his eyes.
“Argggg….”
I couldn’t help it. I giggled, and that giggle soon turned to full-out laughter.
He moved his hands slightly away from his eyes, “What’s so funny?”
“That’s what you get for trying to run away from me!” I said still laughing.
His face turned into a pout. “It hurts!”
“Pshh, baby.” I smiled down at him laughter barely contained.
His eyes widened and he stared at me shocked.
“What?” I asked worried, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” he said and pulled me close so his lips touched mine.
My eyes widened but almost immediately my brain forgot everything else except for the feel of his lips on mine.
His hand stroked my cheek and my hand wandered to play with his curls. The intensity of the kiss grew as we both realized that this was something we agreed on.
We broke away for breath and I stared into his deep chocolate eyes. I seemed to fall into their depths and before I knew it I was the one reaching for his lips. I moved from crouching to kneeling next to him as he propped himself up on his elbow. The umbrella dropped out of my hand and I held onto him tightly. He began to slow and the kiss was softer. He moved away and I saw his smile before he kissed me lightly on the lips. I looked at him wonder. His smile was small now and shy.
“That…”I couldn’t help myself from smiling. I flung my arms around his neck and pulled him tight. I gave him a peck on the cheek and then burrowed my head in his shoulder.
I could feel him stiffen at the contact he normally despised. But his muscles loosened and he hugged me back.
Nothing made me happier than that moment. He held me tightly and there was nothing else that could ever matter.
Under my um
ba
rella
ella
eh
eh
eh
What a simple sentiment that people would often disregard. You can stand under my umbrella. When life rains down nothing but pain and disappointment, I will shield you in whatever way I can.
You can stand under my umbrella. ella. ella. Eh. Eh. Eh. Under my umbrella.
I was standing under the umbrella when I saw you sprinting through the parking lot with you text book over your head. You dropped your keys and I took the opportunity to introduce myself.
My umbrella had little watermelons all over it and while I was really proud of how cool it was I clipped my finger on the little thing that held it up when I was trying to put it down. Freaked a five year old out.
May I hide under your umbrella? Will it protect me from this thunderstorm so many of us call life? I don’t even think we need an umbrella, baby. I feel safe enough with you by my side. Nothing can touch me here if it’s just me and you. And I’ll stay here forever if that’s alright.
Umbrellas remind me of Mary Poppins, and rightfully so.
I’ve always kind of wished I was Julie Andrews…. for more than one reason, of course, but one of the main contributors being so I could be picked up by the wind and float atop chimneys in London being held up and propelled by nothing more than a few pieces of wiry metal with some fabric draped over them in a lovely little semi-circular shape.
Hurricane Irene is heading our way. I’ll have to get my umbrella ready because that means a lot of rain. I hope there is no heavy wind and flooding. Hurricane Fran was too scary. Me no like hurricanes.
Larissa stood on the street corner in New York, frozen to the bone with rain pelting her with what felt like tiny daggers, slicing her skin and her clothes open until she was nothing but a bloody mass streaming on the sidewalk. But suddenly that all ended. She looked up in surprise at a black umbrella and then followed its handle to a slender yet masculine hand connected to a similarly slender arm connected to a man that was now standing in the rain she’d just been in. She stepped back until he was back under the cover of his own umbrella and smiled. “Thank you.”
Drop the umbrella
Let the rain seep in
To your hair and clothes
Let the elements
Slide down your skin
Allow the dream
To live
Come under my umbrella. Let’s share the moment while the rain pours down. How I wish you’d come. Even just for a while. Come underneath my umbrella. Show me that smile. And that moment I’ll treasure, even if it’s just for a while…
Beneath the umbrella I look out at a different world. I am dry, warm. The world outside so dark and wet. Reaching out an arm I feel the freezing drops on my hand.
Transparent. plastic umbrella, now I can see the rain.
He was hestitant to use the umbrella. He remembered how embarrassing it was the last time he tried to open it and it flung open, hitting the lady standing in front of him. Deterred, he stuffed it back into his bag but he knew he would be chided for not using it when he got home.
The umbrella is teared apart. It is full of holes letting water come through when rain is upon us. Nevertheless, when the sun is shining, it lets in a steamy ray.
The rain came lashing down sideways. my umbrella afforded little protectiona against the onslaught the storm was like my ;emotions the unbrella like my ;heart tattered and torn