Tempests

​Blessed with a cloud of heartless irony, I have been

For once again I am pulled apart, ineffably

By the tempests that roar in silent unison.

Those speechless monsoons, with love and devotion

Eliminate the droughts and doubts

That left my riverbeds parched and delirious.

Open the floodgates, extinguish the flames

And remind me what the quenching of an endless thirst feels like.

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