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An Ethree for round 4 of stretch 2! Describing how the rain is my escape. |
| Rain. Descends. It’s her tale, But she asks… Is the sky crying? The melodious beat, Cascades in harmony pure, As the sky’s romance calls to her. On a whim the moments leap to free Foreboding dark, sweet escape to give me. Note: I love the rain. The prompt for this round was to write a poem inspired by your favorite scene in a movie. I have many favorite scenes in movies, and they are all in the rain. So I decided to write about how the rain gives me a strange sense of escape, weather in a beautiful movie scene or outside my own home. LOVIN' THE STRETCH! |