All night it rained. Saturday morning came, but alarm goes off. Still, I dozed off.
Dark clouds, where have you been?
Peek behind the curtains of my soul and desire my violent rainstorms, dance under the flashes of the lightnings and adore the dangers of my love.
Roar! Deathly streak of hot cannonball, launched from the heavens.
The brook still flows and the fields are fat.
I felt cold, so I curled away and basked on an afternoon sun.
The weather was hot, then it was not. There were stars, and now there was none.