Challenge
On a rainy day
Write a poem/prose/short story about how you feel on a rainy day. What more you seek to do on that day? How do you trace it? Or it could be a memory of you, all welcome to write anything regarding this. Does it feel nostalgic? Do you feel love waves while thinking about it? Or just start with that phrase. I hope you get the idea. Happy writing :) and tag me please!
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Splash!
My sneaker landed square in the puddle. I had not been paying attention. My mind was on the distant, white tents crowded on the lawn, in Central Park.
My foot sunk to the ankle. Since it was a summer shoe, it filled quickly of water and soil. I contemplated taking my sneakers and socks off and walking through the rest of the park on the grass. That thought passed as quickly as it arrived.
The wind shifted. It approached from the area of the tents. I ran; it was in vain, of course. If the virus wanted to have me, it would take me. Besides, it was raining. I was safe - I hoped.
I got home soaked to the skin. While I unpeeled my clothes, I sneezed.
My nightmare that night?
I was the temple whore that was ravaged by the king.