rik

wind howls through matted streets as feline strays and canine cadgers scuttle for cover betwixt dumpsters and crates strewn about like dirty, decrepit skeletons. an ecru hue of moonlight looms through clouds of mist that rocket past city buildings casting micro-swirls of rain and muck upon exiting the lee of each surface the gusts grace. trees bend as if to use their arboreal arms to rend themselves of an unreachable itch; gyrating and swaying forlornly and moaning to the wind when yielding by force. dawn has no use for the hour at hand. light of any kind must suffer the same oppression luna above must endure. only patience will stave this intolerable tempest born of the north. patience alone spawns mirth in this world. it is the diligence of the mind that brings the change in weather's demeanor.