The rain is coming down in torrents; the air is so cold for May.
This May.
I’m by myself, just rising long after the hiding sun.
The rain is coming down in torrents while the wind is tearing through blossoming trees carrying their contents.
The petals in the wind are sailing like cast away ships before my eyes.
It’s so cold for May.
This May.
Stuck inside, watching mother nature move to check mate over us all, over our plans.
Unfolding her majesty and might, keeping us stuck inside, left to watching her world fight.
Dawning Creations 
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