take my hand and climb with me…
A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall ~ Eddie Brickell and New Bohemians
Squalls slam, splitting. Skies, as lightning. Quickens. Cloud made, of fire. And booming, thunder.
Sometimes, change. Rides in, on the back. Of a raging, steed. Electricity, rents. The spaces, between. Breaking, boughs. Good faith, leaves. Falling. In trenches, of grabbing. Greed.
Weather, at war. With its elements.
I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it…