Silence. The offices motionless appearance Is shaken awake by the heavens clouded muffled call That seems to declare that Not all is well within their silver lining. Overlapped with the universes tears, The phone rings. Frown rings appearing While staring onwards and upwards Searching for that First flash of sudden lightning. The phone rings. But falls on the death ears of the shadows Thrown to the back of the oval room Landing and blending with Walls of darkness which, If the eyes are allowed to fine-tune, Hold descriptions of predecessors Who anxiously sat like he Comfortable, Searching for that First flash of the Room satisfying lightning. Silence. The phone rings. Eyes roll to appear inside out All below the now increasing frown As Mind poses the question What does this world seek from me now? Unexpected screams Cause people to scatter for sanctuary As the rain acts heavier now. But for all the weight thrown from the sky Like a tantrum to the grown, The sight of the Presidential grounds is Silent. But The phone continues to ring. Unanticipated lightning seen from the Heavens clouds jaws that, Once seen, Scatters the rooms shadowing’s Banishing them only temporally. And before this dreams end Starts another day, Eyes will be allowed to fine-tune towards Walls descriptions holding the presence of predecessors, As mind poses the question to them Tell me How did you make this rain go away? Silence. Good morning Mr President, What are your plans on this beautiful day?