cloud coverage.

every flippin' cloud, duders.
threatening rain,
blocking the british thermal unit generating solar ultraviolets,
and helping cast an omnidirectional shadow on the day.
hard styles, and hard weather.
add in a non-stop caravan of trucks and tractors,
and you've got today in a nutshell.
hauling wood and gettin' sweaty,
stopping and getting frozen.
thaw, refreeze, et cetera.
but, ninjas, it can't be ALL weak sauce, can it?
c'mon.
there's got to be a beautiful plot twist in there somewhere, right?
sure.
every cloud has a silver lining, they say.
ummm....
so what happens when you wait around for silver linings?
uh-huh.
you make discoveries;
like, maybe that's not rain,
it secret universal urine,
and instead of silver,
it's golden showers.
gold?
maybe what looks like some big changes,
is really the whole sky defrosting some whizz on your head.
it's a heavy burden, and the sky is falling.
that's the only alchemy, neighbors-
molten lead may become rivers of gold,
but a doppleganger for that grey river is more often the culprit.
silver lining?
more like quicksilver lining, duders.
and you know what you get with quicksilver?
oh, yes indeed:
mercury poisoning.
awwwwwwwww, man.
optimism is for suckers.
real-life documentarianism.
one whole day's worth of worthy warriors,
worthless work,
and poetry in motion.
more like limericks an' that.
'there once was a man from nantucket--type jauns.
this whole dang day was so long he could suck it, son;
never quiet, never soft.....