brooklyn betty

- Yo Ingrid, what it be?

- Ahhh, you know me, just enjoying the evening

- In the rain?

- Yeah yeah, this storm is insane…sit back and watch

What happens when clouds collide?

Does it make a sound

Light a spark, get very dark

Dampen traveling noise across the sky

What happens when clouds collide?

Ingrid tells me a story

Of when she was younger

When the clouds were a show

To more than only her blue eyes

A storm approaching was an excuse

To drive through the country

Sit in the screened in porch and watch the weather

It closes in then goes

Stormy weather isn’t a low

I sit on my porch during a storm

Look up at the sky

I watch clouds collide

Each storm is different

Clouds collide and form it

A spectacle for the eye

Anything can happen

When clouds collide

What happens when clouds collide?

Depends how you take it

What you make of it

It’s open ended, not demanding, real convincing

Shows there’s something worth dreaming

Time to pause and think

More of less to wish for

Questions emerge, got to dig in to converge

The answer is foggy, submerged

It’s deep and different to a different eye

Emerges as it flies

Good to hear, comforting to the ear

I like observing, I like learning

I enjoy preserving natural fascinations

I sit on my porch during a storm

Look up at the sky

I watch clouds collide

I find each storm is different

Clouds collide and form it

A spectacle for the eye

Anything can happen

When clouds collide

Look straight up

Thoughts pile fast, pile high

There’s much going on up there where clouds collide

Multitudes of colors from early morning deep into the evening

White silhouettes in between open sky

Five combined lines create an archway

After the thunder and rain of grey

What does it do for you, do you approve

Run away to lose one day as raindrops fell

Come out and stay, the rain isn’t bad when you’ve got the time, a solid approach

Each storm brings something new

Watch it as it lights up the sea, the mountains, woods and plains

To see more

Climb on the latitude lines

It’s colder venturing north

Each step across the border

The sky’s warmer

A showcase, an exclusive view in the distance

Noctilucent clouds collide in the twilight

Below a northern light show accented with stars

Framed by a midnight blue

The light meets the eye

When clouds collide

I sit on my porch during a storm

Look up at the sky

I watch clouds collide

I find each storm is different

Clouds collide and form it

A spectacle for the eye

Anything can happen

When clouds collide

Will it become too hard to be amazed

By the sky and the heavens

As time moves on

Could we please catch a break

Digress from false escapes

The collision of clouds is a spectacle

It can’t be replaced

(dylan allread)