Undulating Qualms

I. Sonnet CCLXXVII With rise and fall for seeking the unrest, and from a thunder's rise the torment sung it navigated sternly by request, the heavens opened wide, the rains begun. Splattering brought within it, tiny streams, all paths defined the worst reflecting urge enough to shelter high into one's dreams yet low enough to carry on this purge. We drown beneath the turmoil, though ascent, has waves surmounting peaks on one deluge consistency shall transfer less content, to calm the promised made from each refuge. The rains are almost like the tears we shed, enough to show concern with calm ahead. II. Sonnet CCLXXVIII A reach is made where lecturers hold breath, once solitude has sensed it surely will, entice the winds to stay for sudden death would since, have redirected it, until.... The winds amass coercive forms from source, each twirling inhibitions to the next where darker greys transfers to reinforce to envy the almighty, soon perplexed. With minimal delight the sun shall cease, the eavesdrop of a spiral chances thrift enough to weave devotion than decease shall start again, before too long, as swift. If calm were to a feature, thin on ground, our undulating qualms are safe and sound.