winds in my mind blowing from somewhere south
warm winds indeed
clashing with the cool serenity of those northern lands
and i am caught in this pattern
going in and out of sane
a super cell of rage caught in an atmospheric river of depression
no forecast today
our emotional meteorologist waved the white flag two days ago
no forecast today
the radar went down during the morning bombardment
convective available potential energy swirls about
joules per kilogram indeed
this emotional soup is about to boil over onto the hot stove of destiny
and i am without shelter from my own storm
watches and warnings
nowcasting from within the eye of devastation
no forecast today
i am the oncoming storm, the descending madness about to touchdown
no forecasting today
an f5 of wrath cruising the alley of disappointment and regret
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