interminable raze of all the storms i've absorbed, the one that stole a whole heap of sleep from me two nights ago stands alone. an unwavering wash of rain. ropes of lightning coiled around an insensible sky. for two hours, thunder thrummed and thrilled in equal measure without once pausing for breath. whatever injury or impairment those minutes of lost calm might have appended to the extant wear and tear, there was music etched into each one — a medley of molten melodies well worth staying awake for. 250517 what's it to you? who go blather from