Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
19 October 2014
OctPoWriMo 19 - Rain
Today, we were asked to write of rain. I loved this prompt since I adore thunderstorms. My favourite camping memory is sleeping in a tent in the middle of a thunderstorm.
I like the image you gave!
ReplyDeleteI too love thunderstorms, although I've been drowned out too many times in a tent to really enjoy it anymore. Great poem!!
ReplyDeleteLovely! I wish I lived where there were more thunderstorms, they can be so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteNice :-)
ReplyDeleteThunderstorms can be so invigorating.
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