The sun escapes behind me Chased by the grey clouds, As far away as eyes can see consuming crowds! the sky became a gradient, from orange to black! The birds went silent, trying to track back! A gush of wind, lifts the sand from left to right, so hard to stand! The first drops of water a sprinkle so gentle, and then the spray, a mist so sentimental. The sun is lost, and darkness rises, and finally the downpour, like memories and surprises, it should come around more! (88 words)
This was written in response to the Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writting Prompt #158. The challenge was to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “Downpour” (or any of its forms) in exactly 88 words. Thank you, Sammi for hosting this challenge. 🙂
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