viole-n-t

is indigo the color of the monsoon in the fiery chill of winter that burns melting your resolve in viole(n)t lightning surging like veins in a cloud bleeding the land and scarring the earth with its violet blood in liquid streams of surging light that fuels the fire to survive the rain the weatherman flies away his resolve is burnt and snuffed out in the absence of the sunny days we used to talk about now we plead with the sky to take back our prayers for rain before the mudslide comes like a chariot to carry the flames downtown