That lone day, life was dull
my creative juices drained to null
And then it suddenly struck,
a voice, inspiring and soothing

My heart skipped no beat,
the rain then came to beat the heat
but my creativity dazzled in flickers,
so erratic, like bubbles in the frost

The idea struck, but wouldn't stay
between the intellect and mind, a noiseless fray
Please stay! I wanted to pray
but the writer's mind, fickle as ever

Danced amidst the rains,
thought, felt, and breathed,
I wanted to write, more and more
and serenade with my first love amidst the rain

A million ideas, but nothing made sense
Oh God! I beseeched, please spare my penance
let the creative dream go flutter
As for my thoughts, shack no shutter

But alas, fickle though the mind
the bustle of life and school I had to mind
What that spring of life in me I had to find
But the idea, did spark no fire

I wish I could write, forever
and for always,
but when ideas fret free,
will the rains provide a balance?

Write on! That's all I can say!

P.S. I like this prompt, Joy. I think this poem can be interpreted in many ways. But it was quite quick, in some places, I had no idea what I was writing. Keep putting up more prompts. The Indian weather is getting colder, I could do with some nature poetry.

Keep Writing!

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