5 Day Photo Challenge Day 4

I accepted a challenge to post a story/poem/other every day for 5 consecutive days inspired each day by a new photo. It started raining in the early evening tonight and I snapped this picture.

Tonight’s poem is free verse – details found on Shadow Poetry again. 
Enjoy! 

  

  
Early Evening Rain
The sun had not yet set

instead was merely dipping low –

obscured by broken bits

of rain-filled clouds.

The sun refused to go

to bed just yet 

and shook off the cover

of a building storm cloud.

The girl walked slowly

twirling her umbrella 

as she left her office

much later than she liked.

She saw the sun’s efforts

in the reflection

on the rainy, wet sidewalk.

She smiled and 

kept walking

knowing rather sadly

that the universe 

would not let the sun 

have its way.

It would be dark soon

and the storms were

headed their way,

but still 

there was beauty

in the light 

that remained,

and in the new puddles

where the last

of the sunlight

could dance. 

Poem A Day – Day 19 – Prompt is Rain

Hello and welcome to Day 19 of my month long poetry adventure! A poem a day for the whole month – crazy! But also super fun and challenging.

Today’s prompt, which the OctPoWriMo organizers are providing every day, is Rain. They gave us words and pictures and advised free writing for ten minutes on rain.

I followed the free write direction today and it took me to an odd place. I actually love the rain, and could have explored several different ideas. I have great affection for all things British and always remember the rain while I was in London, so I had a few London thoughts. But I may use that for something different because I kinda went off on this tangent. Hopefully you’ll like where I ended up.

Have a great week, y’all. Please do come back and visit during the week as well. Thanks!

After the Storm
By CJS

The drops tracked down the windowpane, slowly
then racing to the end,
as if being chased.

She stared at the window
and the raindrops
and tried to think of peace
in the tracks of unfeeling rain.

She was not so unfeeling
and at times wished
she could be,
sometimes she felt too much.

Did he feel anything?
Or was he just a raindrop
racing across the window
of this small part of her life.

She turned away
from the rainy window
And thought to herself
The sun would be out soon.

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