Barely a Plausible Brew

There's a stiffness in the wind swallowed, muffled, antique air recirculating all to bare so let us now begin... There's a storm in summer sun broken glassed and rumbling still breaking you against your will the reckoning's begun... There's a whisper in the breeze hollowed, suffered, trembling voice you have it now, it is your choice but suddenly you freeze... There's a shudder in the lake rippled sadness afterthought wrapping 'round the stiffened heart summer chill and absent quake 'till suddenly, you're wide awake...