It’s the eighth day and yes, I’m late.
I was caught in my feelings and life’s wavering moves.
Maybe that explains what I see
or maybe it reflects what’s going on with me.
It’s about the third or fourth day of it raining on and off
No, actually more like a sprinkling, cause it’s been quite soft.
But Not Today. Not Now.
You see, I’m gazing out of my window to see the beauty of the land,
Yet the clouds above have another plan.
The winds are blowing and they are fierce.
Does it realize this is New York where palm trees are scarce.
Of course referring to those the rich import for the South Beach look, and not for the winds and storms with a mean right hook.
Wow, the skies are darkened. The change is gradual.
Light blue to grey. The change is actual.
The trees shutter; leaves shake with fright
People are running, to escape lightning’s sight
How dismissal things are? How bleak and drear?
Yet the sounds of the cars makes me smile from ear to ear.
Hmm. Do you remember the old splish and splash game?
Well think of the swooshing sound as folks slide down the path.
That’s the sound I hear from the cars that are rushing to get home.
Umm. Well…, now my smile’s turned upside down.
They’re not being safe; Haste makes waste.
We want that not; I hope they stop;
Be more careful, cause the storm is more dreadful
It’s black as can be, that’s all I can see.
But just when we thought that this was night’s end
The sky’s been infused with a light that is dim.
Is that the sun I see breaking through the clouds?
It is, it is. In time it’s light is loud
In everyone’s life a little rain must fall. We have not much choice, since it’s heaven’s call. But after the rain, the sun will shine. Of this I’m sure;
All will be fine.
This is my response to the assignment given. I hope I abided by the rules/twist.
Go to a public location and make a detailed report of what you see. The twist of the day? Write the post without adverbs.
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