Heated wave from the mountains' slope makes downpour locally.

It calms people's turblence, but it turns cooler, driving birds accorded to it, only easy slipping in locomotion which makes them left to anywhere, having no idea.

Not all, but occasionally, there somebody could make sure, current, calm and firm.

All the ocean echoes current set above it, air current makes it easy, not touching surface of the ocean.

All it needs compassion, nor no meddling.

Current, calm and firm, no need but it, just it makes all world as it ought to be.

One whistle echo makes daytime denseness mentally dispersed.

Devorcing, dispersing makes each of them the sole independence over whole currents, it'd be okay.

Midnight whisle calls crows to be awoken, at coming near of daybreak.

Where have all romantic nights and late dinners?

But, it's okay, only small memory of it on the pillow of rock.

Looking up to the skies, only seen current breathes ocean's yawn and snore.

Desert does never stop drought and only a few survival of plants, they stock all memory of wind making sound and smell on flat ground.

One journey man's blues harp calls sleeping armadillo reverbrated to get resuming to roam about, around there.

Any one location's any watching to all the current has no idea to any destination, or to say, all the current has no destination, just it makes only current, it's okay, nothing but it needed.

(Aug. 31st. 2020)