“I’d rather fake my own fog, than fake a steamy love scene. Can I interest you in some mist? It’s homemade.” ― Jarod Kintz,
Those fast-moving thoughts are filling my brain
With the enchanting thick mist of a purple rain.
Nothing else in mind,
No other place to hide,
Waiting for the rain, while writing a limerick in vain.
In reply to Life and Mind Matters Limerick Poetry Challenge.