Chaos

The morning beckons,
With the chirpy sounds; cool breeze,
There is a bitter chill in the air,
A forerunner for sure, I swear.

Eyes now wide awake,
Taking in the fresh morning break,
And then the signs creep in,
The heat for one, with more to come.

The air gets split ,
With the rays and the waves,
And then I get hit,
With a heavy blast.

Cacophony all round,
Mind pushin ear to snuff out the sound,
Muttering inexplicable words to the air,
Hands go out to keep away despair.

Time runs slow,
In tune with Murphy's law,
And I wait ..wait..wait..
Wait for the calm waters rare..