Writing Prompt

Zeus’s reign

His livelyhood

Our destruction

He lives above the clouds

Throwing his bolt down below

The cold rain feels like glass as it pours

To run from it is to shield yourself from the beauty in front of you

If you run, you are to fall

You cannot escape the rain

Zeus’s reign

His livelyhood

Your destruction

My beauty

You wish to float the above clouds with Zeus

No

You can’t appreciate his gif...

The wind, rough and brisk and the sky a lifeless dark gray, as if the warmth had been drained from it’s previously calm demeanor. There is a war in the heavens and I can feel the tears of the angels on my skin. The overwhelming crashes pierce my ears as I wonder what could ever cause such beautiful chaos. Their agony seeps deep into my chest as my breath harmonizes with the whistling air. I wonder...

The sky is electric.

Flashes of bright light create glinting porcelain cracks among the heavy gray clouds. Harsh, freezing drops soak through his clothes, pierce into his blinking eyes like daggers. Rivers of murky water run under his feet like the ghoulish veins of the cobblestoned street. He almost screams, but he cannot stand the sweet taste of the rain.

Desperately choking back sobs, he...

As the sky darkens, ominous clouds gather like a heavy blanket, swirling with shades of deep gray and almost black. A sudden gust of wind rushes through, carrying the scent of damp earth and anticipation. The air crackles with energy, sending a shiver down my spine, as I can feel the tension building around me.

The first crack of lightning illuminates the landscape, briefly revealing the silhouet...

Our car is at a standstill on the pavement. Headlights can be seen from behind us, but they are slowly dimming. We are unsure of how far back they are, or if there is anyone else in front of us, because of the water streaming from the sky like tears off a betrayed lover’s face. If we had a sunroof, we might be able to look up and see chaos, but instead, we can peer through the windows on the truck...

I always knew this would be the cost of sailing, but I never imagined it would be so high.

She rocked back and forth, ready to collapse any moment now.

But we, her children, wouldn’t let her.

The storm raged against her, but we dared not let her go.

The clouds sought to strike her down with their might, but we dared not let her go.

The hard rain tried to stone her, pushing her to her limit, but we...

I should have expected it really, with the way it felt too humid, and the weather reports, of course. But round here, aways way out of the nearest town and even further from the city, the weather reports predictions were more wrong than right.

When I heard thunderstorm, I thought of rain and nothing more. We didnt get too much of that, thankfully. I didnt think id be hearing thunder louder than ...

The sky was dark and wind whipped through the remaining orange, red, and yellow leaves clinging to the branches of their oak or maple trees. There were flashes of light and loud cracks of thunder coming closer and closer. Goose bumps formed on my skin but I didn’t know if they were from the icy drops of rain or the impending danger in the skies. I sped up to hurry home and watch the light show th...

Standing

Soaking wet here…

Gray sky applauses me!

Umbrella left at home brings woe....

Henrietta pulled her cloak tighter around her throat, and stepped out from the safety of the alcove into the thunderous roar of the storm as it enveloped the city streets. Father’s coach was due to return to collect her at the conclusion of the party, but she could not bare to stay a moment longer. She had come to Cunningham’s ball hoping for a night of thrills, romance. A night to demonstrate who...