perhaps, the fireballs from the sky.. laid its blanket behind the clouds.. roaring in their eager twenties.. adding the different shades to it.. up right to weigh the ride to covert.. in its pursuits the urge has dense heat.. leaving beneath, the sense of fatigue.. with the immense conquest that seemed liberal.. Here's your second prompt for #NaPoWriMo Day 5. Talk about the weather outside and inside your heart with this prompt. #theairiswarmer #poemtime #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba