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Drying, the storm mumbles, / like a freshly washed apron. By Boris Pasternak

The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst. By John Milton

Blowing,BlowingThe gray slabsWill lose youthe winds will flick you awayIn a whiff By Carl Sandburg

Like a mountain that's growing. By Neil Young

a furtive groove By Katrina Cope

Whatever it is, it's better in the wind. By Ralph Waldo Emerson

Water adopts the shape of its receptacle, it is sometimes a trickle and sometimes a wild sea. By Miyamoto Musashi

butterflies were wind energy made visible. By Anne Lamott

A gust of wind went Nike across the flat landscape By J.r. Ward

Excrement, meet air-moving device. By J.l. Merrow

The waves have rolled upon me, the billows are repeatedly broken over me, yet I am not sunk down. By Mercy Otis Warren

Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance. By William Wordsworth

One drop of water can cause ripples for miles! By Jacquelyn Frank

Or whipping its rough surface for a trout ... By Ralph Waldo Emerson

But the wind playing in the reeds and rushes and osiers. By Kenneth Grahame

The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn. By Graham Joyce

I admire the fog, how it fades into itself. By Marty Rubin

The wind surged in a roar, then died down like it was pondering some heavy shit, then started back up like before. By Colum Mccann

Ride the air In whirlwind. By John Milton

Sometimes an unexpected wave comes along, sucks you up and refuses to spit you back out By Colleen Hoover

Repooping is the purest form of pooping By Johannes Rand, Magnificent Ruin

All night I'd wondered, if I blew hard enough, would the dress fly up in back? By Abbi Glines

Wafted by a favouring galeAs one sometimes is in trances,To a height that few can scale,Save by long and weary dances By W.s. Gilbert

rippling response stroking over his cock. By Lora Leigh

Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog. By Ben Weaver

The strong wind rises against the trees so they bend like girls washing their hair. By Lauren Groff

How silent are the winds! By Bryan Procter

Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it. By Winston S. Churchill

what if a much of a which of a wind By E. E. Cummings

there's rainbow behind the rain By Aurora

Thick smoke like a herd of black horses was rising over the massive building and being blown around by the wind. By Ismail Kadare

As in an organ from one blast of windTo many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes. By John Milton

Trees quiver in the wind,sailing on a sea of mistout of earshot. By Dag Hammarskjold

Flow down and down in always widening rings of being. By Rumi

Waves are the practice of the water. By Shunryu Suzuki

Shitty nappy whizzing through the air, you don't see that in the brochures. By Karl Pilkington

bloweth where it listeth, By George Macdonald

Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails. By George R R Martin

IN THE LOBBY of her building, people fresh out of the wind were huffing and puffing like swimmers just crawled up on shore. She By Alice Mcdermott

A strange ripple...like an unexpected changing of the tide. By Cameron Dokey

I see the shape of the wind on the water ... By Per Petterson

Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks. By Anne Lamott

The walls were shedding their texture and taking another in the pouncing feathers. Gwyn By Alan Garner

You can't tell how high a kite can fly without being willing to let all the string out. By Ken Liu

It takes a lot of wind to sail a leaky boat. By Tom Morrison

Painting a line across canvas with a brush is similar to the motion of a wave breaking. By Mary Heilmann

It's so graceful to be blown by the wind, to go where the wind takes you. Just drifting over beautiful rivers in a balloon is perfect. By Richard Branson

A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking. By Heather James

The clouds hung like dark, blowing tapestries in the gaps of the hills. By Louis L'amour

A sudden gust: How big the world seems in a wind. By Kim Stanley Robinson

Thick coils of smoke hung in the air, perhaps to avoid touching the walls. By Terry Pratchett

Every drop makes a ripple... By Kern Carter

Do you wanna see something swell? By Jon Lovitz

I've been patiently waiting to blow! By Curtis Jackson

When there is not a breath of wind, the waters sometimes shudder as if from inside and take on the finish of washed silk. By Orhan Pamuk

When yo hold your nose so high in the air, you can't see where you are going. By Terry Goodkind

I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string. By Karen Marie Moning

An ill winde that bloweth no man to good. By John Heywood

Starts out slow and then fizzles out altogether. By Neil Young

The life of this world is windWindblown we come, and windblown we go away.All that we look on is windfall.All we remember is wind. By Charles Wright

been tumbled smooth by waves By Claire Cook

Wavering and burning like a golden lie. By Matthew Sweet

A breeze blew so clean and sweet, that one could not think that it blew from the sky; it blew rather through some hole in the sky. By G.k. Chesterton

It flew towards the roof of the net like a Wurlitzer By George Hamilton

By constant dripping, water hollows stone,A signet-ring from use alone grows thin,And the curved plowshare by soft earth is worn. By Ovid

the large black birds swirling and dispersing over By Joan London

It's an ill wind that blows no good. By John Heywood

It occurs to me with rising concern that a blow-in can also blow away. By Jandy Nelson

The weight of that nameIs sometimes a mountainWith a cave of secretsAnd sometimes a featherFloating on a puff of air By Gabrielle Prendergast

The fog comes on little cat feet. By Carl Sandburg

By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up to heaven. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Only the peak feels so sound and stable that the beginning of the falling is hidden for a little while ... By William Faulkner

Wind is what happens when air falls in love with itself. By Barry Webster

I could see the water purling away from keeled scales that ran in a crest down the sinuous neck. By Diana Gabaldon

wafting through the open door of a brightly lit office down the musty, darkened corridor of the backstage. By Christopher Rice

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again. By Alfred Lord Tennyson

FogThe fog comeson little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on. By Carl Sandburg

In the distant golden sunset sky, a magnificent rainbow is opening wings to fly. By Debasish Mridha

Dust motes swirled in the air like tiny orbs of rainbows. By Micalea Smeltzer

A barge of mist floated along the water, and dragonflies, iridescent blue ones, darted back and forth like they were stitching up the air. By Sue Monk Kidd

Thunderstorms and rainbows wrapped together in a convenient pocket-sized parcel. By Lisa Kleypas

the wind, putting all of her strength into By Terri Reid

Yielding, like ice about to melt. By Laozi

The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening. By Annie Proulx

Tidal waves surge forward,And in their wake, Stale water is replenished.(Haiku from Chapter Thirty, SHADOWWATER) By Wendy Shreve

Loaming is my special word for it..it's a combination of looming and roaming By Wendy Milton

bucket on the deck behind him, bait sloshing. He By Heather Burch

One's whole being vibrates like strings brushed by an invisible wind. By Peter Russell

Whirling of her skirts,a chequered carpet beneath-sunset dawns outside. By Geetika Kohli

Now air can get through. By Frank Zappa

The fog that slowly tumbled like great masses of dripping white laundry gradually gave way to sheer curtains and then to isolated tattered scraps. By Dean Koontz

A blundering wind scatters yellowed leaves... By David Mitchell

Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones. By Frederick Tennyson

like the way a bird can sometimes swallow the horizon whole. By Matthew Baker

It was not a wave but a smooth rolling swell that seemed to come up from the deeps, as if something vast down there had stirred itself. By John Banville

Clouds veiled the mountains, By Elizabeth Lowell

Ma Parker stood, looking up and down. The icy wind blew out her apron into a balloon. And now it began to rain. There was nowhere. By Katherine Mansfield

He sometimes behaves like water, flowing around the obstacles he encounters. By Paulo Coelho

The overhead light streaked By Tana French

The temperatures rising in the slow-moving air like the heat of angered flesh as capillaries squeezed, the blood in them rising to a boil. By Hugh Howey