Write Now Prompt for September 20, 2016 – Rain


The rain was needed
but the timing of the storm
couldn’t have been worse

He was not going to allow the cold
Wind-driven rain to change his plan
The sound of the rain around him enfold
Even the thunder cannot make him run

He approach all with a single aim
And that is to win, no matter what
He has to lay claim on the dame
It takes a lot of courage and gut

In each level, he has to play fair
A key player of life, with a glint of hope
He’s always been fair and square
No matter what, he’s always able to cope

Taking everything with a grain of salt
But then she came and everything changed
The whole world seems to halt
Doesn’t want her to be estranged

Attaching to her like glue, losing his mind
But she wants to go where no one has been
He held her hands, their fingers entwined
She was nowhere to be seen, to his chagrin

And suddenly at this present phase, he’s lost
He has to start from scratch and that’s tough
He was physically and mentally exhausted
He should carry on, what he did wasn’t enough

For: Write Now Prompt for September 20, 2016


I’m Alright

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The storm came in the middle of the night
Lightning and thunder gave me such a fright
I thought I was brave to stay but not quite
I could have relied on you as my knight
You’ve let me down and I was ever white
I couldn’t keep myself warm in my plight
Windows are all covered with ice in spite
Forming lacy patterns in morning light
And I keep telling myself I’m alright

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff

shuuchuugouu (しゅうちゅうごうう)


Rain has always been a part of us Filipinos. We only have two seasons – wet (June to November) and dry (December to May) seasons, depending on the amount of rainfall. This is also dependent on location, as some areas experience rain all throughout the year. I remembered our typhoon season, when it rained for days on end. From July to October, we have “bagyo” or tropical cyclones in the islands. We usually stay indoors, keep ourselves dry and listen to the sounds of the wind and the pouring rain. Some places would be flooded. Some days, classes and offices are suspended.

Listen to the rain
Playing bowling in heaven
When typhoon strikes

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Haibun Monday: 50 Shades of Rain by hayesspencer

Teddy Bear for Baby Ella


The wind howled through the window. I huddle my knees waiting for the storm to be over. Normally, it doesn’t bother me, I just slept through it. But tonight, the wind doesn’t just howl, it screams. The rain doesn’t just fall; it is powerful, hard and torrential. My normal teenage bravado has evaporated, whatever. I’ve got to go to my Mum for a cuddle, to hear her soothing words and everything would be fine again. I was about to knock on their door, when I heard them fighting or arguing. I quietly went back to my room.

I wonder what it is this time. Is Dad leaving us again? Will Mum let him go? Are we going to be miserable again? The last time this scene happened, Dad left us in the morning. He hugged us and told us to be good and look after each other. That one day he would come back, he hoped. We cried, we didn’t want him to go. Mum pretended to be busy feeding Baby Ella. She told us to get ready for school, as if nothing happened. That was the most miserable three months in my life.

Jake started bedwetting. Poor him, so frightened to go to his room because the monster was waiting for him under his bed. Baby Ella was teething, so she cried all the time. Mum didn’t know what to do with her. She would take her out in her pram for a long walk. Mum tried her best to make things as normal as possible. She would nag us to do our homework, to tidy our rooms, to tell us off when we’re watching too much telly. But in the evenings, I would hear her sobbing in her room.

And as for me, I seemed to have grown up so fast. I had to look after the little ones and tried to help Mum in her house chores. I played with Jake and read him some bedtime stories before he went to bed. I took Baby Ella for a walk when she started being fussy. But somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my lessons, both in school and piano. My piano teacher told me that if I couldn’t master that Mozart piece, I wouldn’t be able to be in the concert. I seemed to be on a different planet and I burst out in tears upon any slight provocation.

We were getting used to our routine when Dad returned. We ran toward him, happy to see him again. He gave a football to Jake, a pocketbook to me and a teddy bear to Baby Ella. Mum stopped what she was doing, asked me to look after the little ones and they went to their room. They had a long conversation, complete with shouting and crying and in the end, they hugged and made up. Mum forgave Dad and Dad promised not to leave us again. It was like a happy ending in a story.

Life started to be normal and happy again in our house. Jake stopped bedwetting and joined our local football team. Baby Ella got some of her teeth and crawling everywhere. She was saying ma-ma and da-da and chuckling all the time. And as for me, I started having A’s again and also learning how to play the guitar. I played the Mozart piece in the concert and my family was among the audience. I joined the hip-hop dancing, too. We even planned our holiday this summer – we were going to Disneyland, Paris!

So as the trees creak and moan when their fine limbs are ripped away and the rain lashes outside my window, I huddle for them to stop – both the storm and the fighting or arguing from my parents. I ask for mercy and hope that normality comes back in the morning. I promise to be good all the time, just don’t break our family again.

For: #Maydays Prompt – Teddy Time


Listen To That Thunder


Listen to that thunder
Full of rage and fury
Bursting with anger
The sky breaks loose
And I want to flee

Transforming the sky
Objecting to the silence
Upheaval seems to amplify
Like it’s time for a vengeance
And I ask, why me?

The ease of water rolling
Wind blustering like mad
To the flood it’s adding
Going out I’m forbade
Save I want to be drenched

Words failed to come
I want to be somewhere
I was silent and glum
Find a place with no blare
That’s where I want to be

Where flowers blossom
The sun shines bright
The day so awesome
Not giving me a fright
I promise to be good

Presenting me with hope
And other dreams
A day I can cope
So bright it gleams
I’ll take that anytime



For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Wordle 242 Mar 12 by Brenda Warren . Also for: MINIATURE WRITING CHALLENGE #34

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All he could do now is hope that someone out there, some crew member of a ship or a plane, would see the fire or the message they left in the sand. He looked at the fire and then overlooked the island. From where he stood he could see the entire island. The luscious bush and the beach, where they found themselves stranded. He was wondering if she knew. She probably did by now. He so wanted to let her know that he was okay. That the horse was fine too. He had to go back. The others were trying to build a shelter for the night. One of them was injured. Hopefully someone would be here to rescue them soon.

Please continue…

Every time he thought about her, about them, about their coming wedding, the plans, her white dress, his tuxedo, the cake and all the shivaree – he couldn’t help himself but get emotional. If there was some way to send her his message – some sort of telesthesia – that he was fine, that the horse, gentle and docile, was fine too. He was just supposed to bring the horse to her as a wedding present. But that prodigious waves and storm made the ship capsize. He and the horse ended up being stranded in this island, along with some other survivors.

The entire island wasn’t bad at all, with the luscious bush and the beach, the grass still wet with dew – it was like a paradise. Oh how he wished she was here, too. He helped the others build some shelter for the night. He also looked after the one who was injured. He put some bandage around the person’s injured elbow and gave him a drink from a coconut, if only they have a glass, but drinking it from the coconut husk was also adequate. He told the injured to rest. They just have to hope and wait.



For: Finish It! #39 and Wordle #87

What a Storm! – Write Now!


Today’s Prompt:

The weather forecast called for storms, the clouds were rolling in…
but he just didn’t think it was actually going to rain.

No he wasn’t expecting some thunder nor lightning
Wind blowing, clouds rolling in, someone drowning
He didn’t believe that storm will be here so soon
His birthday today, house with streamers festooned
He couldn’t believe all his plans will be postponed
All the food, drinks, cake – wasted, he groaned
And when the storm came, even apes want raincoats
We need motorboats, paddles, as everything floats
It lifted the seas, loosened acres, filled the wells
Seducing, like an overwhelming, centrifugal Jezebel
Torrential downpour, chirruped in the road, such sound
All these sights and sounds left him dumbfounded
So windy he could see some roofs and trees flying
Party’s definitely postponed – no singing and dancing

Write Now Prompt for June 2, 2015