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The enemy's gate is down.
the large buckets about the
Separated from the cave by an inlet, the waves pounding
Pandemonium did not reign; it poured.
Rivers of living water are to be poured out over the whole world, to ensure that people, like fishes caught in a net, can be restored to wholeness.
DELUGE, n. A notable first experiment in baptism which washed away the sins (and sinners) of the world.
in droves, filling the doorway,
shut and slipped into
New exit, new entry!
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they passed through the wide-open gates into the city whose parents had hired a prostitute as a babysitter and never come home. The
It appeared that a streamer machine had vomited everywhere
A river reaches places its source never knows.
The natural spillway where the branch and the
With epidemics, people have been standing on the shore, waiting for the gusher to hit the ocean. But to prevent epidemics, you have to look at the various little sources that feed into the river.
The streams of salt water continued to flow freely from my eyes and over my cheeks.
"There's a female approaching," David warned.
"Stop crying."
"I can't," I whimpered.
Sweeping from butcher's stalls, dung, guts, and blood,
Drown'd puppies, stinking sprats, all drench'd in mud,
Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down the flood.
With heavy rainfall, the river will overflow its banks.
Just like the Perimeter! It never rains but it pours, declared the Major.
The barrier has begun to yield.
Streams may spring from one source and yet some may be clear and some be foul.
When something large and oncoming passed, the windshield's big rectangle was for a moment incandesced and opaque with water, which the wipers heaved mightily to displace.
Who is to emerge from the flood if we go under in it?
Can the Flood choose to infect, or not to infect?
The day had been a slowly closing door. The rest of the world moved <>ong>onong> out into the stream of life, while I was left stranded and forgotten <>ong>onong> the riverbank, at low tide.
Don't be overwise; fling yourself straight into life, without deliberation; don't be afraid - the flood will bear you to the bank and set you safe on your feet again.
I tumble over and over, till the force of the deluge carries me away, out the door and into the passage. Photos of my family tumble from the wall and are swallowed by the sea. Her mouth opens and closes as she calls my name, but I'm already out of reach.
Wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to temptation!
There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.
The windows of the
When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!
Flavius's foot catches on a metal grate over a circular opening in the floor, and my stomach contracts when I think of why a room would need a drain. The stains of human misery that must have been hosed off these white tiles ...
The great bronze gate began to crack,
The sea broke in at every crack,
Pellmell, blueblack.
Cautious of the flood so I always lay the right pipe.
Holy smoke! We lost our last match and there's a storm coming!
Party On!
A flash flood swept away all our gear and we're twenty miles from the trailhead!
Party On!
My femur bone's sticking through my skin and I've gotta cross that river!
Party On!
Once more into the breach
Each closing makes room for the birth of a new seadon
it's closing time
The answer to New Orleans's levee woes is painfully obvious: money and willpower.
The water of the river Jordan, in the name of Jesus, be driven back!
Washington is gripped by crab-in-the-bucket syndrome. And there's no cure in sight. Put a single crab in an uncovered bucket, and it will find a way to climb up and out on its own. Put a dozen crabs in a bucket, and 11 will fight with all their might to pull down the striver who attempts escape.
The walls are cracked and water runs upon them within threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.
The enemy is at the gate. It is a question of life and death.
The flood subsides, and the body, like a worn sea-shell
emerges strange and lovely.
Infinite rain of chalk
Streets full of water. Please Advise.
the rain falls, catching the trailing edges of net curtains which flow out of open windows like fishing nets lowered over the backs of boats, nets hung neatly between the outside and the in, keeping floundering secrets firmly hidden...
I am the place where two rivers meet, silted with upheaval and loss.
We are not going to keep the window open forever.
I look at a stream and I see myself: a native South African, flowing irresistibly over hard obstacles until they become smooth and, one day, disappear - flowing from an origin that has been forgotten toward an end that will never be.
The door here is high, and the gate is wide.
What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe?
This is how the rain becomes a flood. One drop at a time.
O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.
Great floods have flown From simple sources.
The day had been a slowly closing door. The rest of the world moved on out into the stream of life, while I was left stranded and forgotten on the riverbank, at low tide.
Let us find the Dam snack bar.
Like a soldier back from battle you fill my vision. You're a flood, a baptism I'd forgotten, and the force of you leaves me breathless.
Does he expect the flood to just move out of his way if he asks nicely?
If there is but little water in the stream, it is the fault, not of the channel, but of the source.
Here by the Canal, a g - A hand closed around Eddie's
If I poured all the lies I had told into the Mississippi, the river would rise and flood the city.
Washington is a city of money. It's a flood of money.
The water in the drains below the cobbles muttered.
I am not the river I am the net.
We all live downstream
The enemy's gate was down.
The gate clicks behind me. The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups by chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end? They are, after all, empty.
One of these days the dam of Gods mercy will give way to his justice.
What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.
Oh! You're the people ruining the rivers.
The scullery roof had sprung a leak: she put down a bowl to catch the drips, but the rainwater spread and darkened, to make treasure maps and Whistler nocturnes of the walls and ceiling.
Reality came knocking but the door was barred
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
Sometimes there's just no way to hold back the river.
The game is to have them all running about with fire extinguishers when there is a flood, and all crowding to that side of the boat which is already nearly gunwale under.
They opened the bilge, slopping out all the plane's sewage in a midnight
Now I understand how Noah must have felt. Can you believe this storm? I've got puddles all over my kitchen.
bhole whose form no man might see.
Water adopts the shape of its receptacle, it is sometimes a trickle and sometimes a wild sea.
You wanna know what a gateway drug is? It opens a gate.
This is the entrance
To the city of you...
The rope that pulls you from the flood can become a noose around your neck.
The Deluge: A punishment inflicted on the human race by an all-knowing God, who, through not having foreseen the wickedness of men, repented of having made them, and drowned them once for all to make them better - an act which, as we all know, was accompanied by the greatest success.
A river without banks is a large puddle.
Sometimes it is impossible to stop the river of life.
In the winter of wet years the streams ran full-freshet, and they swelled the river until sometimes it raged and boiled, bank full, and then it was a destroyer.
All day, after two days and nights of rain, water had been rising in the dykes and now it was creeping rapidly up the five stone arches of the bridge where the she stood watching the wide rainy valley up which the tongue of river finally lost itself in a gray country of winter elms.
There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.
Water is poured onto the road as a guest departs, both to make the journey "as smooth and fluid as water" and to ensure their safe return.
You're about to enter the future gate.
Come in now, or later will be too late.
Fogged, bogged gates of Brume, barrier to my home; Timeless, faceless watchers loom, but I am allowed to roam.
In the Great Deluge in the days of Noah, nearly all mankind perished, eight persons alone being saved in the Ark. In our days a deluge, not of water but of sins, continually inundates the earth, and out of this deluge very few escape. Scarcely anyone is saved.
I need to use the Dam Bathroom, I need to use the Dam Snack bar, I want a Dam Tee-Shirt.
You can find the molasses flood on the Internet, it's there, I checked. Most of it is there, anyway, but that's not where I heard it." "Where, then?" She
They're building a bridge over the Potomac for all the white liberals fleeing to Virginia.
You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.
That annoying thing that tourists did, opening a feed into London's sea of blue plaques.
A mighty stream of tendency.
The gatekeepers must change.