The clapping, a long distance runner.
And, I am seeking retaliation thus…faster the tread.
More so goes the panic…therefore, I add four legs.
Soothing the air we bring a thunder all our own.
Nature tailgates from beginning to end.
Each of us searching for the blue sky ahead.
I am immersed by dampening spirit and,
a moist cotton that has begun to cling.
This, a hearkened race, brings forth a sanctimonious friend.