~a Tale of Precipitation~

Careening clouds catch condensation careful to clutch them close, like children clinging to cotton comfort of mothers clothes. Those fearful floods of fountain tears forlorn in freefall, face uncertainty. Failure of fortitude fading as freedom faintly calls, how haunting the hollow rush of howling speed hangs, half horrified how hills grow huge; hallowed halls of home. Quickening now, quadratic quotations quell quaint quivering, as like quiver-less arrows they sprawl, their quittance still to pay. Rigid resolve rallies, radically rekindling objective to ram themselves, roaring into the rivers reality where nothing but ripples remain.