The Night Thoughts Have Their Own Vibe

I'm not as present as I used to be Nor as distant Middle ground is not my area If I were weather, what might I be? I have a love of rolling fog but I'm not that Hopefully not fine rain A thunderstorm is in the maybes Howling wind - IMO no... I bet someone would say I'm hailstone - I'd disagree A clear night? I'm often that, an expanse of no thoughts or deep thinking (they feel the same) A soft breeze that kisses the neck - possibly in an alternate universe Heavy rain that makes progress difficult - don't let it be that The first snowfall - bright and fresh, transforming all around to beauty - you know, that has certainly been true I suppose a type of weather isn't a constant Over analysing is not the job of the weather I should just be Leave the labelling to someone else Monitoring and forecasting Pointlessly Just pondering the difference between storm chasers and weather men... Maybe I'll breeze about tomorrow See if a change in the weather was all that was needed