Making My Way One Dusky Evening

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Making my way one dusky evening,

I overheard the breeze murmur

the weathering aftermath of downpour

overwhelming the mother nature

and it’s creatures, baffled and awe-struck

amidst debris and dilemma,

slumber and insomnia.

Evente with stammer and the shivering tone

enough to hazard a hazardous

provocation in amongst clouds

fierce sans forbearance

an impending mayhem, obvious.

The rivers seemingly canaled to Pacific

poured gallons after gallons,

leaden with explosives, clouds in altercation

 dropped W-bombs (water bombs) in persistence

rendering most and much worthless.

Everything floated defying their density

and yes the dreams too,

shattered side by side perennially

in forfeiture of existence

they disappeared somewhere acrimoniously.