it's gonna reign

it's gonna reign
it's gonna pore
over thoughts, no control
it's whether
or not it might stop when undesirable

tidal waves, drizzles
or salty, salty oceans
egging on consumption
of these faulty, faulty potions

lonely motions

in dark tangles of seaweed
and you always thought dandelions were flowers

It's gonna rain.
It's gonna pour.
Over-thoughts, no control;
it's weather.
Or not. It only might stop when undesirable.
it's weather