The exercise:
Write about: the rain.
Legs felt okay today. Which probably means they're waiting until tomorrow to exact their revenge.
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Showing posts with label Rain Prompt. Show all posts
Thursday May 12th, 2022
Sunday August 1st, 2021
The exercise:
Write about: wishing for rain.
Well, it did rain here today, which is good. Doesn't look like it was enough to make much of a difference to the surrounding wildfires though, which is... less good.
Friday January 15th, 2010
The exercise:
Your Four Line Friday Prose prompt this week is: my own little rain cloud.
AFC Word Count: 15,764
AFC Word Target: 15,000
I'm finally finding my stride with the story now. Which is good, because I realized today that there's a good chance the first draft won't be done by the end of the month unless I up my daily word target. How'd it get to the 15th already?
Mine:
Vancouver's real winter has arrived in town for a proper visit - it's been absolutely miserable with rain out there the last few days.
Despite this, I somehow managed to convince myself to go to the gym last night, equipped only with my umbrella and whatever crazy thoughts that had convinced me that staying warm and dry were bad things.
On the way to the bus stop at least three, fat drops landed on my head - from underneath my umbrella, as far as I could tell. I checked it for holes but found none and was a little confused; when I got to the bus shelter and got hit with two more raindrops (umbrella folded up at my side at this point, just using the large, glass, hole-free roof of the shelter for protection against the elements) I just about lost my damn mind.
Thursday September 3rd, 2009
The exercise:
Your prompt for the day: it's only raining under the trees.
I've had the idea for this running around in the back of my head for quite some time, so it was good to finally find inspiration to get it down. I'd love to hear any critiques you might have - in addition to your takes, of course.
Mine:
The clouds are gone
But the rain keeps on;
But only, you see,
Under the trees!
And every kind
Has a style that's so very refined.
Drooping willow
Drops drips sooooo slow!
It's a short drop
Before they go plop!
The great big oak
Drips drops that croak,
"Hello! Hello!"
As they tumble to the ground below.
But that's not all!
Watch the rain fall
From the tall pines
In zigzag lines!
And the old spruce
Likes to let loose
Green drops so big
They look just like giant falling figs!
The sun does shine,
The view is fine;
But then the wind blows
And there it goes -
Look! Can't you see?
Once more it's raining under the trees!
Your prompt for the day: it's only raining under the trees.
I've had the idea for this running around in the back of my head for quite some time, so it was good to finally find inspiration to get it down. I'd love to hear any critiques you might have - in addition to your takes, of course.
Mine:
The clouds are gone
But the rain keeps on;
But only, you see,
Under the trees!
And every kind
Has a style that's so very refined.
Drooping willow
Drops drips sooooo slow!
It's a short drop
Before they go plop!
The great big oak
Drips drops that croak,
"Hello! Hello!"
As they tumble to the ground below.
But that's not all!
Watch the rain fall
From the tall pines
In zigzag lines!
And the old spruce
Likes to let loose
Green drops so big
They look just like giant falling figs!
The sun does shine,
The view is fine;
But then the wind blows
And there it goes -
Look! Can't you see?
Once more it's raining under the trees!
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