Not by chance or circumstance,
but by choice
as I learn to control it,
a sickness,
an aching
bringing forth the floodgates and lingering teasingly in front of me,
like the dark clouds do to the farmers while the crops die of heatstroke.

But resistance last so long,
and as the drops begin to break through
the people start to worry about levees and sandbags
and ways to hold back the surge.

Fools.

Nothing can resist the outpour of nature,
not in any of the thousand year periods gone past
have we been ingenious enough to hold back the tide,
or the rain,
or the pen strokes
or the tapping on typewriters and keyboards,
it is as powerful as nature,
and nature knows no bounds.