The battle was raging.
Angry dark vapour laden clouds were firing arrows down upon the earth. Fierce winds attempt to topple over the palm trees, who through sheer doughty grit rose back up again and again. The music they were making was intoxicating and primitive.
An impertinent thought pops into my head. I want to join the dance. Is it a figment of my imagination or are they calling my name? Thrilled by the invite, I open the window.
A hard gust of icy cold wind smacks my face and I retreat and hastily gobble down the erstwhile plan. What was I thinking! Even blindfolded, one does not walk into a battle with nature’s wrath.
I look through the window again. The sky beyond the proud palm fronds is slowly morphing into a deep royal blue.
Reading the motifs, I experience an absolute clarity of purpose. I know what must be done.
Snuggling back into the warm and tranquil embrace of my bed I tune into the latest season of The Crown.
Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge 342 and the following daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (impertinent, vapor), Your Daily Word Prompt (tranquil, doughty), Word of the Day Challenge (gobble, figment), The Daily Spur (dark, thrilled) and Ragtag Daily Prompt (motif, crown).
Leaking Ink 
Thats a wonderfully vivid piece with great description. And a very strange image! Good job.
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Thank you. We have a cyclone passing by our city a few miles out and are all stuck indoors waiting it out. Thus the inspiration.
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Yikes. I hope you all come through that safely.
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