The prompts for the day (Monsoon, Renewal, Energetic and Gullible) seem to warrant a poem.. one of them was tricky and a little embarrassing to fit in, but lets see if you can find the awkwardness.
The Storm Will End
We see a broken shore Slate slate skies Tempest breezes Touch our face Energetic, angry, Whipping winds Through tendrils Of hair. We cover our ears Against the monsoon sound, Clashing, cracking Thunderous. Any other place And this storm would Have A Name. Here we wait Anxious. Gullible. We ask ourselves "Will it end?" Windows battened We wait for the renewal Pray it will come, That moment Dissipation, cessasation, Clouds parting. Weak sunlight Shining palely Warming our bodies, Our hearts And calming our fears.