Assonance is the strategic repetition of vowel sounds in close proximity to each other and is frequently used to create internal rhyming.
A Chance of Rain in the Afternoon
Throughout the day, relaxed fingers of cloud waved from a brittle brightness of sky until, at 3:00, out of the sameness of the day before and before and before, a wind swirled up and through and long, and drought-weary leaves, no will to cling, fell to fleck the yellow lawn. As a false darkness stretched below a canopy of clouds, the insistent wind caused thunderheads to collide, littering the sky with rolling-train sounds, sending skinny, witch-fingers of lightening through the clouds. The showy commotion roused no rain: the crooked, yellow fingers fled the sky; the train of thunder passed on by; and our hopeless rain-hopes waned, along with the lightening, the wind, and the thunder din.
Aunt Beulah 
Love the imagery!
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Thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Love your “relaxed fingers of cloud”, as if toying with the sky, waiting for change, reminds me of prairie summers, when it stormed afternoon and evening Always been a fan of the repeat yourself thing, so love Tuesdays, thanks Janet.
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Prairie summers. I’ve never experienced them, but expect that there is beauty to be found there. This poetry thing has been eating up my time, but I plan to catch up with Godfrey very soon.
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No worries Janet, preparing for open mic, and reading so much has put me behind too. Your challenge has challenged me, we shall see what blooms in spring.
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I chuckled at the idea of both of us blooming in spring. Thanks for making me laugh.
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I love this for a number of reasons…you paint a fragrant image of a summer afternoon ready for rain. The poem builds and the thunderheads do and then passes on with only the hint of what was there at the start. Your words, carefully chosen and my favorite ” drought-weary leaves, no will to cling” and “the crooked, yellow fingers fled the sky” paint an image so easily.
When you are feeling “deep”, this prose suits your writing style well…bravo!
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I so appreciate you comments, Carrie, because I know the excellent poetry you write. I worked harder at this one than the ballad, but it was enjoyable work as each change I made helped my words match the scene I remember.
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You are too kind, really, I am learning right along with you! I found what you did with the prose poetry, it took extra work but was really enjoyable and satisfying seeing it take shape. Onward…drawers, Ode’s and exclamation! Oh My!
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Oh, yes, odes and drawers and apostrophes. What’s a person to do? I’m betting we both figure it out.
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“Witch-fingers.” Wish I’d thought of that. Good stuff.
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Thanks, Dan.
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Rob?
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Your name’s not Dan Robert? I’m so sorry for misaddressing you, Rob. It’s a matter of trying to do too much in too little time.
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🙂
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Nice! I love the “witch fingers of lightening”.
This prose poem is very timely, as we are struggling with the hopeless hope for rain (or snow) here in central Utah!
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We share the struggle in northwest Colorado, but the last few days have helped. I’m glad you liked the poem.
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