Prompt 14

What a mystery camping night
Storm clouds gather,
Rainy evening
Frogs ribbiting
searching for my raincoat

I let the worry live and then die
as the cooling evening
breeze tickles
my chin
and the mosquitoes chase
my tasty legs

Oh this humidity
Sweat, steam
Running down my elbows

Oh well!

My, first night campsite
this night I
shall sleep well.

2 thoughts on “Prompt 14

  1. You describe the discomforts of camping with a good sense of humor and eventually acceptance. I think all of us have had an outdoor experience somewhat like this one. Fun poem with a sense of healing.

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