Drumming rain on a roof,
Mozart in the background,
Crescendo that seems inevitable,
Reaching out to an inevitable Light
That bleeds lightning;
Lightning that vacillates,
Revealing that a darkness is soon to be revealed
Like it had never been before.
Yes, I said.
And the heavens and the earth may pass,
But we will always remain pretty.
Isn’t it pretty to think so???
Silence is not to be trusted.
It spells doom louder than a boom.
