Poetry Prompt Challenge Book

Storm

rain pouring down
buckets of water on my head
the cold wet wind against my skin
my temperature fell quickly
I feel chilled right through
I feel like I might freeze to death
what am I to do
up ahead lies shelter
just a soaking sprint ahead
inside warm towels and blankets
fresh clothes and sweet hot cocoa
and a comfy cozy bed


12 lines

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Week # 39
Shelter
Write a poem about a time you were thankful for shelter from a storm.

Line Count: minimum of 12 lines; no max
Form: any, poet's choice