April Showers

thunder’s angry tone
pitched against a murky sky
April showers flow

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– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #249. Word prompts were “pitch” & “tone” or synonyms of those. Photo by Michaela from Pexels.com.

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Present Darkness

Tears and rain fall down.
Hearts break, thunder crashes, and
The lightning brightens
Darkness, momentarily.
Missing the times of laughter.

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– Written for Silver’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge #8. Word prompts were “time” & “laughter” or synonyms of those. Photo from Pixabay

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Not Tonight

Leaves lifted into a spin around me…

The wind and rain raged.

I screamed into the storm, “You will not have me!”

Lightning flashed, and the thunder replied mocking me. I shivered from the cold drops on my skin like darts.

Sirens howled, too close to ignore. Trees bent to touch the ground and leaves lifted into a spin around me.

Papa took my hand and ran toward the shelter.

I saw the twister bearing down on top of us, just as the door closed.

With it now locked, we settled in the back and lit a candle.

You will not have me, not tonight, I thought.

– Written for Thin Spiral Notebook’s 100 Word Challenge: Weather. WC 100. Photo from Pixabay.com.

The Nature Of Things

She loved the scent of raw earth and admired the power of nature.

14327160041_fb3d09a0be_kThunder rumbled like marching giants and a lightning bolt set the sky ablaze. She leaned in, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply smelling the aroma of roses mixed with dirt and imminent rain. She loved the scent of raw earth and admired the power of nature.

The rose bushes on Martin’s unmarked grave had grown immensely in a relatively short time. They helped to hide the sadness of loss with their thriving spirit.

It was two years passed, on another stormy night, when the Goddess decided Martin was not meant for this world. Alone, she screamed with the raging storm as his lifeless body emerged. Far from town and with no friends or family to speak of, she mourned unaccompanied and processed her grief as her tears fell with the pouring rain.

Martin’s father had gone off to sea before he knew she was with child and had not returned, so alone she buried his little body and planted roses to give him life after death.

She reconciled with the earth and accepted the necessary balance within the universe. Though she could not fully understand the plans of the Goddess, she recognized that there was an order to it all, beyond her comprehension.

The rain finally began to fall. She sat by the rose bushes on the damp ground with legs crossed. She hummed a tune and ran her hands through the soil as she turned her face toward the sky and let the cool liquid wash over her. Alone she praised the Goddess and felt her heart at peace.

– Written for YeahWrite.me Weekly Fiction|Poetry Writing Challenge #268 Inspired by Prompt up sentence “She closed her eyes to smell the phlox.” WC 260. Photo by Geoff Livingston“The Nature of Things” won 3rd place by popular vote in this contest.