staying grounded
how dark it quickly becomes
while inside random lights appear
revealing the corner of your smile
sparking further conversations
off in the distance
thunder slowly rolls forward
majestically introducing itself
and its lowdown entourage
there must be love in the air
or so you say to yourself
winds approaching out of nowhere
from the south and west
and all points in between
twisting and turning and
shouting for all the world to hear
oh how I desire to witness
rains falling for the last time
but I’m far too busy reversing course
repairing damages previous
storms left behind
august two thousand eighteen
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