Paul stared out the windows from behind his desk in the study. The mist that had been threatening all day began to fall in earnest as a steady rain. The gloom of the afternoon crept into his sanctuary making it difficult to see the diary in front of him. He took out a match and lit the candle. The small flame chased away the darkness from around him, but it still gathered in the corners of the room. Outside, sheets of rain fell across the fields. A small herd of deer slowly made their way through the soggy grass; backs hunched, legs stiff, ears drooping. Occasionally one would stop to shake the water from itself; the spray joining the rain suspended in the air for a moment before returning to the grey coat. A gust of wind blew up, catching the raindrops. They danced and swirled with the air currents. Paul let out a deep sigh, picked up his discarded pen and began to write, “The rain comes down in a torrent sweep . . .”
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Another great prompt from Jeremy’s Hello Wednesday Challenge. I would like to imagine this is the scene that Paul Laurence Dunbar saw when he wrote that line. What images come to you when you read the prompts?
This week’s lines of poetry are:
- let me paint a thank-you on my palm – Welcome Morning by Anne Sexton
- The rain comes down in a torrent sweep – Summer in the South by Paul Laurance Dunbar
- Till thought on thought drew downward tear on tear – Flush or Faunus by Elizabeth Barret Browning
If you use this prompt please link back