waltz beneath the willows
as raindrops tap dance
through unsuspecting meadows…
There is as much beauty in chaos
as there is chaos in beauty
in that a thunderstorm is both awe-inspiring
irregardless to where you are standing.
And so she tears through the silent night
with auspicious intentions,
woefully neglecting your wanting desire.
Convenience is nowhere
to be found within her vocabulary
as there are no longer subtle hints in the breeze –
only vicious tempests of ascendancy.