we went to the sugar mill
with cameras instead of raincoats
to take pictures of the evening storm
a rare occurrence in Colorado harvest season;
trusting that the tomato and tomatillo plants she had untangled earlier in the day
could fend for themselves
while we played like frogs in the rain
and took pictures of our favorite landmark,
a mystery we’d only ever seen from the outside,
a three dimensional experience
that neither camera nor poem can every capture
Good job! I love these kinds of prompts. This is how our writing group works, but we usually add and opening line. I love prompts like this. It keeps me from getting to rutted in my own patterns, I think. 🙂
I love that tonight’s storm gave you inspiration!