Down poor.

Pulling at intention's loose end, unraveling the fabric of space and time, I spool up thread with which to weave another tale.  Through the looking glass to see in another light the absurdities in our own world.  Excitement entertained me late into the evening, and like any guest who's over stayed his welcome, I took full advantage of the hospitality.  Even as sleep overtook my senses, i could not escape from inspiration's glow.  Even now I fight against the urge to continue the brainstorm, but it is useless.  The clouds are full.