April Showers
A prompt from my work-in-progress Writing Prompts Leap Year Collection. Write about the sound of rain without using the word "drop".
I like to keep the windows open when it rains;
The drizzle, somehow, always knows the right words to say.
I often need their sound advice more than I need prayer,
And they always stop to listen, even if I'm just a stranger.
They're so kind to feed the flowers; they keep the river roaring strong.
Sometimes they even sing to me; their gentle, loving songs.
When I close my eyes to fall asleep, I know not all is lost,
For the whispers of the rainfall promise me I'm not alone.
I like to listen to the pitter-patter-pitter on my roof,
I even enjoy the moments when the orchestra goes BOOM!
My father always told me: thunder is just God bowling,
And even as a non-believer, I savor every moment.
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Comments (4)
Dads so often give advice or thoughts we don’t believe in, yet they still bring comfort
Flows in a gentle pitter patter, just perfect 😁
Beautiful thoughts
this flows like a lullaby :)