It Always Rains in Paradise

“In Betweeners” Volume 10

a strange storm is brewing; a pot of putrid coffee

percolating

through strange clouds; on a strange wind

aloft

 

the storm is a calendar; bimonthly bulletin

regular

the pictures dark and taunting; things no eyes should see

grotesque

 

it always rains in paradise; on your day at the beach

soggy

it will pass; but the sun still burns

searing

dreams of a temperate breeze