One Storm

They weather the storm quietly patiently waiting for the chickens to come home to roost What's the use in complaining about the rain when it only brings much needed change? Winds blow fashionably aggressive bringing an air of anger mixed with peace Strange things always happen when you expect it the least These things water seeds that grow through everything even the streets leaving some torn The hard times meet you at a place born of concrete cementing emotions that flow like ocean water Deeper still the current conditions bring waves that illicit turmoil The boiling blood produces steam for locomotives that will not cease nor desist Ignoring certain traditions allow you to miss things that have plagued generations that were offered a kiss A kiss that comes with broken promises even if you aren't up on the gist The mist intentionally shrouds the dirty rain that falls with the intention of bringing pain Don't fall for cloudy games that capture & bind all of your inner suspicions Be aware of the mission that came before you knew all of the things that were missing Some are kissing the destined lips that lead to attrition without knowing Frenching but not seeing it's we as whole saying yes without tongues showing I digress for now hoping it won't impede your progress but be aware of the movement to come One.