Stories tagged “rain”

  • I Believe

    I believe in rainy days that soak in deep to nourish at the root I believe in rainbows of paper butterflies swaying above my head in childish glee I believe in ice cream sundaes that melt fast in the sun leaving sticky puddles of joy I believe in harmo...

  • Rain

    The sky was covered in shades of blue and grey with rain drops slicing through the clouds. She stepped out of the gym, spinning her blue and white umbrella. She inhaled the gentle cool breeze in her pores and felt the mist of rain on her face. She walk...

    • Author: Mr. Reeses
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Without The Rain Part 2

    For a rose can’t live without the rain, And a heart can’t strive without the pain. But part of loving is letting go. But I just can’t live with this woe! So now I run for a knife. This is my new way of life! Truth is, I love you with all my ...

  • Everything That You Don't See

    It burns to feel things I wish it would stop I love you, it burns I hate you, it burns I’m angry, yet it’s still burning The fire is out of control It all hurts endlessly My words, they all come out senselessly And as always I bear the pain...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Rainy Days

    It was a rainy day but Sarah Potts looked pretty prepared in her new plastic yellow rain coat and matching boots. She looked back at her daddy with a huge ear to ear grin on her beautiful little face. “Can I do it now?” Jeffrey hid his nur...

  • Forever Forget

    She stared out of the taxi window at the rain. She watched the rain run down the window leaving little trails then disappearing forever. She stared at her reflection in the window and watched the tears run down her face. The tears would never stop, nev...

    • Author: Violet
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Don't see many of your type 'round here (Mature)

    16 working hours, an 8AM meeting, and no lunch sucks. Finding cabs on rainy Thursday midnights is im-fucking-possible. So, to put it lightly, I’ m not having a stellar day to begin with as I head home, ratty umbrella failing against the wet. The ...

    • Author: Scott
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To Lose The One You Love

    The skies lit in a flash, as lightening passed. The bed shook as the thunder roared, a glass of water edged closer to the edge of the table. The baby scared awake, crying for his mother. The blood dried on the wall, and the carpet was soaked in it. My ...

  • Just Another Lost Poem

    It’s raining You look up at the sky And wait and wonder for the reason why It’s grey, its damp, You look for a color And find you can’t see a single shade You wander about meaninglessly The rain continues to pour down endlessly Water runs throug...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Walking Home

    A light rain falling; The washed air glows in sunlight. Droplets bounce and burst, Sparkling, from the umbrella. My own portable rainbow.

    • Author: Mycroft
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • RAIN smell

    Can you explain to me the smell of the rain? In the beginning of spring when the flowers are popping up and the pavement is full of sun, and the air is warm; the barely-there breeze brings the smell to my nose, but the cool rain drops fall straight ont...

    • Author: emily.ruth
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Addiction Of Alcohol (Mature)

    I said one more drink before I go What a fucking lie What a fucking waste of words I knew I would stand by the bar drinking away the fucking night I knew I would have to drive home in the fucking dark I just couldn’t say no to a fucking drink I ...

  • Rain, Rain. Go Away.

    Day 219 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 159. Time 6:42 AM. Temperature 32 degrees Fahrenheit. From the depths of hell, these rains pour. My makeshift shelter is the only thing between me, and drowning in my own self pity. There is a God, and ...

  • Ten and Two

    The rain. Rain falls. It gets stuff wet. I step in it, let it splash on me, and I get wet. I am young. I don’t care for what the grown ones do. I just run and play, back and forth, to and fro. I fall down once more. I laugh. I see some birds fly ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate

    The bells rings signaling the end of school and all the kids hurriedly grab their things and bolt outside, all but one little girl. She walks slowly being the other children, watching them smile and laugh, but saying nothing herself. She tugs at the sl...

  • bearing the burden of a secret storm

    She cracks open the door ever so slowly, carefully, because she doesn’t know where her mother will be. Her face takes on a stoic quality. With a brush of her hand she wipes away the rain mixed tears and smooths her hair. The plain blue backpack g...

  • it's hard to see the pain behind the mask

    She closes her pencil in her workbook and closing her eyes she puts her head in her hands. Her mother shouldn’t be home this early. The clock reads 4:07, and her mother doesn’t come home until 5:45. ’I’m in so much trouble.̵...

  • but her dreams give her wings

    Her mother’s words are black and angry. They come out like fists, hard and hurtful. Liabelle doesn’t move or make a sound. She knows the routine by now, any little thing will just make whatever’s coming ten times worse. As long as she...

  • the neighbors hear but they turn out the light

    Mr. and Mrs. Glassman next door hear the commotion, but it’s the same noises they hear every night so they turn out the light and ignore the little girl who needs help. Old Ms. Kathryne closes the window with a sigh and mutters something about th...

  • when morning comes it will be too late

    Patrick clams up. He doesn’t know how to tell his mother what he saw. Suddenly his voice is gone and he is so afraid. It’s bedtime and she gives him a kiss and tucks him in. The little boy tries to sleep, but he just tosses and turns, his s...

  • an angel girl with an upturned face

    The sirens get louder and louder as the approach the quiet suburban street. Paramedics rush into the house with a stretcher, and police put handcuffs around the little girl’s momma. She sobs and says she didn’t do anything, that she didn...

  • The Gates Are Closing

    The Gates are closing And it’s snowing It always does in such clichés So maybe I’ll just stay Inside the door I see no reason To continue bleeding For something that doesn’t make sense Isn’t worth the expense Not at all The snow just turns to...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Rain

    What a perfect timing for this rain, right after my hat’s been made into gruyere cheese by a bunch of bullets. “Hey, if ya gonna kill me, I wanna look good. Don’t go around shooting my clothes.” “Wish granted” are th...

    • Author: Almagesto
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Water, Water, Everywhere

    The sky was overcast, the clouds impossibly darkening the sky. Even the rain looked black. The little girl tugged on her mother’s coat sleeve. “I’m thirsty,” she whined. “I know you’re thirsty,” the mother said...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Life, Washed Away

    He stood on the step of the ruined farm building, clad in his oilskin jacket and battered leather hat – watching the water swirl in pools in the mud of the farmyard path. The rain continued to fall out the sky, tiny whirling droplets like a swarm...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5