It’s coming, don’t you feel it? Weather patterns ebbing, flowing, morphing into the different seasons.

We are on the precipice. Stand here and observe. The sun churns in space pulling the planets around him. He surges, electromagnetic fields, and ignites the poles of each sphere.

Dynamic. Combustible.

See how the Aurora Borealis’ colors cast a rainbow across the night skies. Its prism stretches indefinitely. Opaque yet yielding a translucent opulence.

How the sun infiltrates us.

We are at the mercy of invisible waves on a star-filled landscape of energy.

In this cocoon, the Earth radiates with heat and protection. The exterior machinations convex the interior until physics and chemistry collide.

Reaction creates condensation. Clouds, wind, rain. Our weather is born.

As sun rays pierce the ionosphere and warm the land, a storm builds in the south. Soon we will feel the humid air stagnate, hear thunder erupt in the distance, and anticipate the precipitation as the rain drifts in like a deluge of hopes weighing down our consciousness. 

How we drown ourselves in the revelation of sultry inspiration.