A single raindrop illuminated the events.
But the intensity of lightning striking against the sky killed the peace.
Chaotic gusts of wind wreaked havoc over the seascape.
Debris from trees, branches, and fallen leaves floated ashore.
Eternal lukewarm breeze over-swept me.
For the bell tolled nature’s progression.
Going from cold, dry winter to spring was fluid.
Hurrying the mantra of solemn season’s tidings.
Imagine, all of the hectic mayhem that ensued.
Jagged blades of grass scattered over sand swept dunes.
Karma quaked fear into the earth.
Laments of the night fled into mid-dawn.
Nostalgia of transitions whispered through the willows.
Omniscient waves of calming saltwater flowed with ease.
Psychotic auras enveloped the climate.
Quixotic dreams of sunshine were immaculate and superb.
River songs were all that were heard in the silence.
Silence is chrome.
Tantalizing ocean life panicked within the madness.
Urban living is nothing in comparison.
Vexation settled into the natives, causing an uproar.
Welcome to my own private Atlantis.
X-Ray vision was easily simulated.
Yesterday was worse.
Zen has been forgotten.