November rain..

My homesickness wasn’t truly for home, I realized. It was for something more elusive. A silent, low-grade, unnamed yearning persisted inside me. It was always there, a reaching feeling that grew stronger when I was alone and listened for it. The rain understood what it was. –The Vault of Dreamers by Caragh M. O’Brien

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the internal monologue of someone who has a nameless yearning.

Journaling Prompt: Write about how the rain makes you feel.

Art Prompt: Yearning in the rain

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell about how your emotions are affected by the weather.

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