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.