Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said ‘Bother!’ and ‘O blow!’ and also ‘Hang spring-cleaning!’ and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. –Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story in which weather drives the action.

Journaling Prompt: What distracts you from doing what you know you should do?

Art Prompt: Spring Cleaning

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a story about a spring adventure.

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