Dark Clouds

Nomad Reads

The rain is on and off, a leaky faucet above me

Wind vibes the house like a subwoofer

Morning weather turns into its own rhythm

Heartbeat joins the band, mimicking drumsticks in my hand

Music lashing out at the quiet

Words pretend to matter

Adding and subtracting meaning

Growing to a point

What’s the point?

Thunder, lightning, a crescendo

One last encore

A finish

A completeness

An end to this storm

Dark clouds disperse

Silence from the bass line

Hushed lyrics evaporate into nothingness

Caution, tornado watch still in effect

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