The sky threatened stormy weather.
And thought I couldn't get my act together.
Yet I welcome the rain with open arms.
And find joy in its hidden charms.
So challenge accepted.

My muse was quiet and refused to speak.
Most writers would be pronounced weak.
But my imagination is as detailed as reality.
So it was no major fatality.
Challenge accepted.

People live their life full and without care.
They think I can not get there.
But through my pen, I can more than achieve.
And live a life you would not believe.
Because the challenge was accepted.