Clothes cleaned adhere

For breeze from pier.

Next task is near

Despite the leer.

Welcome it here

Sans any fear

Thinks thoughts unclear

Before dropped tear.

Then, shifting gear

Before “Yes, dear.”,

Mate rests some cheer

With chilled pop-beer. ; )

As Holly approached the windmill, memories of talking into electric fans as a child—where she would change her voice into streams of bass baragouin—sent her lips into a curl as she found herself fancying the idea of playing same game with the monstrous entity nearing. Though, her daydreaming turned to awe when she realized, in its presence, that heightened stature, power can, too, turn peaced matters rather than just churn pieced chatters. ; )

Where scorching winds clapperclaw path’s work between mercy’s fleeting cries

Does not desert trek’s dessert via hope refracted from stormed skies. ; )

Picking choicest treat is never bleak

With toco toucan’s chirurgic beak

Deftly dicing papayas at peak

For tickling of tastefuls down its cheek. ; )

Preceding peridomestic Perseids, population’s particularly piqued person peers—ponder-poking place’s predetermined, proximous pips, patiently permitting pseudo-precipitation’s preternatural presentation. ; )