2015: A Year of Low Expectations

humbled in the presence of clouds
he begs of the thunder to bring lightening
for the storm seems empty without its
bright cracks in the sky that demand notice of the moment

he fears what will become of us in the winds of tomorrow
with the intolerant disciples of Aeolus blowing hard
to keep us still

if the rain doesn't stop falling
if the weather never changes 
what difference does a day make?

and if the snow never melts
then what good is a new year anyway?