Fickleness of the Heavens

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2, Prompt #348 - Weather
"Anywhere the weather takes you is prime for your piece."

Central Park sparks
lit up New York City.
The Homecoming Concert
was packed, energy level
pulsating, awaiting
performances of top
singers and musicians.
Wishing for it to continue
all night, but rain came.
People stayed.  Maybe they
could wait it out.  When lightning
flashed, only half the magic
had taken place.  Too dangerous, 
they said.  The show did not 
go on.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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