Our big regret about that night we were alone together
was we never got started because of the weather.
Nobody else was around, and we both were so willing,
but the tent was torn open and the storm was bone chilling.
Mother Nature, naturally maternal, cooled our behavior;
Her rude intrusion was untimely, and I never forgave her.
That lost opportunity prevented a beginning,
and maybe a summer of seasonal sinning.
I learned a life lesson I never forgot -
Find a way to seal the deal, weather or not.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem of no more than 100 words about bad weather versus romance.
No sound, animation, or other special effects of any kind permitted. No signature visual, or other tip-off that identifies you.
Select one font and one color, only from FS basic and advanced editors.
Only one illustration (optional).
No author's notes.
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