Mellifluous downpour
Emanating petrichor
The gyrating withered branches
the will to stand advances
The rumbling of the clouds
and the crumbling of the core
All it conjures is the wailing of the yore
Betwixt those dark clouds a single ray of aspiration
You only try to behold the gloomy sky with desperation
On the canvas of the wind with the colours of your imagination
The stroke from the brush of that little ray of aspiration
Let it move swirl twirl and let it whirl
All you discern is rain wind lightning and thunder
All I discern is words emotion passion and wonder