Variegated
My hands tremble as
lightning flashes and
rain drizzles outside
on the once-dry
lumber, making a fire
hard to come by. I feel
the vibration of thunder
and I wonder at
life’s intricacies.
In the darkness and clouds,
the downpour denies
the image of dreariness
and depression
as it waters the earth
and makes redwoods grow.
If we had no storms
our days would be
monotonous.
Maybe a happy boredom
would be delightful,
but no, not for me.
Sunshine and shower.
Roses and thorns.
Clamorous and melodious
music sets couples dressed
in satinwear dancing
to jives and waltzes.
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