The weather down here is always awful. When someone from “up there” looks down on it, i always wonder what they are thinking. Is their weather different from ours? and if so how? do they envy our short statured beings weather or do they pity it? Either way, i would love to see it in another perspective.
the weather..if my life had to go by the weather, it is all calm. the skies are blue and the heat is relentless. but we trudge on and seek comfort in the fake coldness within buildings.
He thinks he’s hot shit. He walks up and down the hallways like he’s god’s gift to the world but as soon as the lightning strikes and the thunder booms, he’s just as human as the rest of us.
he was under the weather. he always was. she didn’t like it. it meant she couldn’t play with him ‘cos he just wanted to sleep when he got back from high school.
The weather changes every time
like how you want your future be
who you want to be with
life in general, love in general
weather is such a great opportunity
to change, to stay
the weather is hot, sometimes it’s cold
indeed life is short
and weather goes by
tomorrow it will change
or maybe now it will
why be sad? the end is yet to come
The weather is beautiful outside. the sky in amsterdam is blue and never rains (ok thats a lie).
the sky in doha is orange and the weather is always sandy and dusty, very annoying weather.
Weather the storm, the hard times that are brewing in the clouds miles away. You see the signs: the gray gradiating through the different stratospheres, the winds blustering through the trees and rustling their branches, and you feel it heavy in your chest.
She stood outside without an umbrella, her head tilted upwards towards the sky as she watched the raindrops hit her face. They splattered carelessly onto her forehead before sliding down her face like tears. And slowly, drop by drop, they washed her away. She spread her arms wide and waited for the water to dissolve her. And it did; it wore her away, little by little, until there was nothing left.
She hadn’t thought about weather yet.. The only kind they had right now was the perfect summer day; sunny and warm. It needed to rain though, right? Of course it did. The plants needed water to live and grow. Some wind would be nice too. She didn’t want any of that natural-disaster kind of weather though..
in my head
unpredictable as Texas
there are windows
let in ghosts and shadows
that flicker softly
on my ear, tentacle thoughts
with possibilities
that I could be something more
marginless, a wind
in the sails of a nameless ship
open to new suns
and uncharted climates
Cold and drizzly, the rain poured outside of the house, creating a pounding noise like a heartbeat on the window. The thunder accented it perfectly, making the girl jump out of bed and jolt awake. She didn’t want to listen to the thunderstorm, but she had no choice, for Zeus had woken up, and was not happy.
The rain was pounding against the window. A slight mist was blowing in through the screen, along with a cool breeze. Aranea was sitting in the armchair, dressed in her bathrobe and slippers, her feet propped up on the recliner thingy that you put your feet on.
It was custom that led me here. I took the laurels from my hair, let the braids loose, and slipped out of the gauzy cotton dress, which pooled at my feet. I stepped up into the bed leaving it on the floor. He brought my wine in a few moments later. It was rich and mixed with honey. A drop had rolled from the corner of my mouth and landed on my naked collarbone. He wiped it away with his finger and asked me to lay back, in his hands a jug of scented oil appeared. He started with my feet and worked up to my calves, behind my knees, over my thighs, around my hips and across my stomach working higher and higher. He hesitated, for a moment, but I murmured for him to continue, I was not shy. The oil warmed my skin and his hands gently kneaded me. I had never felt so comfortably at ease and drowsy with so many thoughts. He continued on for both our benefit. Outside a portentous crack of thunder travled some distance, but I was too lost in my own heady clouds to care that the rain had lasted for three weeks. I would be praised now that the drought was over.
Tornado watch. I sit here listining to the wind blow against the door. Clouds sit in the distance, constantly creeping closer. But, the mist and loud thunder makes my heart beat, makes me feel alive.
The mark of true English bred kids. We meet for the first time in five years, there’s an awkward silence and the best possible thing we can think to fill it with? Talking about the weather.
It’s absolutely pouring down and raindrops reflect on the table, my face and his hands.
the sky out side was dark with big black clouds covering the sun. All the weather for casts predicted rain and hail. As if sensing that the storm was only going to get worse all the small birds and animals had found cover…
The day began very gloomy and got no better.
“I hate these sort of days,” Johhny said. “I don’t mind how cold it is. As long as the sun shines.”
The two friends had gone for a walk along the beach and were certainly not expecting what they were about to see.
It was cold and raining. The wind threw the rain towards my face with great force. I could barely see where I was walking. Every second step was into a muddy puddle.
It had been raining for four days. But that was nothing compared for what was going to occur, people in the streets shouted as the pointed towards the oncoming grey clouds, it was time. Our city was in the hurricanes way.
The weather was so nice today. The sun shined down on the ocean as I was fishing, the view was amazing. Suddenly as I was sitting there waiting for a bite I got one! I finally had a fish one. I eventually pulled the fish in and it was a great size snapper!
The night was dark, and the storm beat down on the old tin roof, deafening out the sound of the howling wind whistling through the ancient farmer’s shed.
it was a day where the clouds overhead were tremendously dark and clouded the sun. with weather like this no one wanted to go out side as if sensing what was to come.
There is a drenching sunlight today, it’s beautiful. The kind of sunlight you can stand outside in, open yourself up to and sigh as you feel it filling you up. It’s summer making one last press of encouragement in the last few days of autumn.
always changing
too many seconds left :)
I’ll probably never be a writer, but I already knew that
what? this is not working. it’s not even working :))) I can still write after time up.
Rain was washing over her hair and face as she stepped out of her cozy apartment, and into the threatening new city. The thunder roared a warning, telling her to go back to curl up and watch a movie, but she ignored it. She had to do this. She had to. They thought she couldn’t, so she had to.
Georgia was one of the only people I knew who actually liked to talk about the weather. Not only was her husband, Ronald, a meteorologist featured on our local news, but she also found everything, from rain to droughts to floods to tornados, absolutely fascinating. When she chugged a couple of good-sized beers, she’d rant about how badly the town had handled our latest hurricane, and somehow, she made it all very entertaining.
The weather down here is always awful. When someone from “up there” looks down on it, i always wonder what they are thinking. Is their weather different from ours? and if so how? do they envy our short statured beings weather or do they pity it? Either way, i would love to see it in another perspective.
It hot in Cardiff today and it will be the lot hotter ina feew weeks when l will be in Thailand again
the weather..if my life had to go by the weather, it is all calm. the skies are blue and the heat is relentless. but we trudge on and seek comfort in the fake coldness within buildings.
Swimming through the tides during the stormy windy night
Friends come and go like seasons but the ones that stick with you through it all are the ones that matter the most.
He thinks he’s hot shit. He walks up and down the hallways like he’s god’s gift to the world but as soon as the lightning strikes and the thunder booms, he’s just as human as the rest of us.
he was under the weather. he always was. she didn’t like it. it meant she couldn’t play with him ‘cos he just wanted to sleep when he got back from high school.
the rain splattered on the window panes.. little children were running and dancing in the puddles. i signed. nature is amazing!
The weather changes every time
like how you want your future be
who you want to be with
life in general, love in general
weather is such a great opportunity
to change, to stay
the weather is hot, sometimes it’s cold
indeed life is short
and weather goes by
tomorrow it will change
or maybe now it will
why be sad? the end is yet to come
The weather is beautiful outside. the sky in amsterdam is blue and never rains (ok thats a lie).
the sky in doha is orange and the weather is always sandy and dusty, very annoying weather.
Weather the storm, the hard times that are brewing in the clouds miles away. You see the signs: the gray gradiating through the different stratospheres, the winds blustering through the trees and rustling their branches, and you feel it heavy in your chest.
She stood outside without an umbrella, her head tilted upwards towards the sky as she watched the raindrops hit her face. They splattered carelessly onto her forehead before sliding down her face like tears. And slowly, drop by drop, they washed her away. She spread her arms wide and waited for the water to dissolve her. And it did; it wore her away, little by little, until there was nothing left.
She had always loved rainy weather.
there is always enough of it so let’s get on with it we hope for better weather on this site so we can type quicker
She hadn’t thought about weather yet.. The only kind they had right now was the perfect summer day; sunny and warm. It needed to rain though, right? Of course it did. The plants needed water to live and grow. Some wind would be nice too. She didn’t want any of that natural-disaster kind of weather though..
in my head
unpredictable as Texas
there are windows
let in ghosts and shadows
that flicker softly
on my ear, tentacle thoughts
with possibilities
that I could be something more
marginless, a wind
in the sails of a nameless ship
open to new suns
and uncharted climates
submerged in the climate
of seasonal affective disorder
waiting for a hand
to pull one out of the fog
of self
Cold and drizzly, the rain poured outside of the house, creating a pounding noise like a heartbeat on the window. The thunder accented it perfectly, making the girl jump out of bed and jolt awake. She didn’t want to listen to the thunderstorm, but she had no choice, for Zeus had woken up, and was not happy.
The rain was pounding against the window. A slight mist was blowing in through the screen, along with a cool breeze. Aranea was sitting in the armchair, dressed in her bathrobe and slippers, her feet propped up on the recliner thingy that you put your feet on.
It was custom that led me here. I took the laurels from my hair, let the braids loose, and slipped out of the gauzy cotton dress, which pooled at my feet. I stepped up into the bed leaving it on the floor. He brought my wine in a few moments later. It was rich and mixed with honey. A drop had rolled from the corner of my mouth and landed on my naked collarbone. He wiped it away with his finger and asked me to lay back, in his hands a jug of scented oil appeared. He started with my feet and worked up to my calves, behind my knees, over my thighs, around my hips and across my stomach working higher and higher. He hesitated, for a moment, but I murmured for him to continue, I was not shy. The oil warmed my skin and his hands gently kneaded me. I had never felt so comfortably at ease and drowsy with so many thoughts. He continued on for both our benefit. Outside a portentous crack of thunder travled some distance, but I was too lost in my own heady clouds to care that the rain had lasted for three weeks. I would be praised now that the drought was over.
Tornado watch. I sit here listining to the wind blow against the door. Clouds sit in the distance, constantly creeping closer. But, the mist and loud thunder makes my heart beat, makes me feel alive.
The mark of true English bred kids. We meet for the first time in five years, there’s an awkward silence and the best possible thing we can think to fill it with? Talking about the weather.
It’s absolutely pouring down and raindrops reflect on the table, my face and his hands.
Rain rain go away
come again another day.
Rain go the fuck away,
I wanted to wear my cute heels today.
I am the weather. I am the rain, I am the heat, I am the wind.
But he wasn’t like me.
He was the darkness, he was the light, he was everything wrong with the world, but somehow, he made everything right.
The weather looked beautiful today I could see the sun rays through the dark clouds it looked like it was going to storm later but it was warm.
the sky out side was dark with big black clouds covering the sun. All the weather for casts predicted rain and hail. As if sensing that the storm was only going to get worse all the small birds and animals had found cover…
The day began very gloomy and got no better.
“I hate these sort of days,” Johhny said. “I don’t mind how cold it is. As long as the sun shines.”
The two friends had gone for a walk along the beach and were certainly not expecting what they were about to see.
It was cold and raining. The wind threw the rain towards my face with great force. I could barely see where I was walking. Every second step was into a muddy puddle.
The weather was terrible, I was cold even though I was sitting right next to the fire I could feel the wind coming down the chimney.
I like it
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the weather was nice , a summer day with no chance of rain , no clouds or
It had been raining for four days. But that was nothing compared for what was going to occur, people in the streets shouted as the pointed towards the oncoming grey clouds, it was time. Our city was in the hurricanes way.
The weather was so nice today. The sun shined down on the ocean as I was fishing, the view was amazing. Suddenly as I was sitting there waiting for a bite I got one! I finally had a fish one. I eventually pulled the fish in and it was a great size snapper!
This is cool, but with only 60 seconds you don’t have time to write more than an opening sentence.
the weather is changing from hot to cold today.
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The night was dark, and the storm beat down on the old tin roof, deafening out the sound of the howling wind whistling through the ancient farmer’s shed.
it was a day where the clouds overhead were tremendously dark and clouded the sun. with weather like this no one wanted to go out side as if sensing what was to come.
There is a drenching sunlight today, it’s beautiful. The kind of sunlight you can stand outside in, open yourself up to and sigh as you feel it filling you up. It’s summer making one last press of encouragement in the last few days of autumn.
always changing
too many seconds left :)
I’ll probably never be a writer, but I already knew that
what? this is not working. it’s not even working :))) I can still write after time up.
Rain was washing over her hair and face as she stepped out of her cozy apartment, and into the threatening new city. The thunder roared a warning, telling her to go back to curl up and watch a movie, but she ignored it. She had to do this. She had to. They thought she couldn’t, so she had to.
Georgia was one of the only people I knew who actually liked to talk about the weather. Not only was her husband, Ronald, a meteorologist featured on our local news, but she also found everything, from rain to droughts to floods to tornados, absolutely fascinating. When she chugged a couple of good-sized beers, she’d rant about how badly the town had handled our latest hurricane, and somehow, she made it all very entertaining.