Darkness thrives in the void this night
For there is no glimpse of any natural light
Water showers drip by drip
On my face, it dresses my sweat.
As I'm just sitting ever still,
On my wooden, carved porch step
Black fog blankets the green pastures
Storms ravages behind the shadows glamour.
Tornados swallows whatever is ahead of its predecessor .
A line of defense, not required.
An army of nature never chooses to ceasefire.
But don't scream
Because you see,
this is just me and:
And my brainwaves stirring.