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)
Author’s Note:
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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The picture and the poem made feel like I was in the midst of a storm. Great post
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So beautifully written. It should come around more but I don’t want to be stuck somewhere when it does 🤭😂
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That’s true! It’s always better to enjoy it from a dry cosy room behind a large window!
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Yes! 😀
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Beautiful imagery. I can see it happening in front of me 🌈
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So glad that you liked it! Thank you so much!
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