A pang arrives -
unclear, yet
certainly foretelling
and malevolent.
Pained,
the air dampens;
refrains
scatter their letters
to avoid the coming rain.
And I consider myself
the trend setter
of such timely torrents
when the land has dried
to stability.
So I should be no more
astounded
by my abhorrent fortune
this time around,
after having found it.
A story in hibernation
will be awakened
into recurrence.
Yet I whisper these words
with assurance
that they will never be heard
again.
Someone's feeling poetic today? This is my favorite of the three. I love the way you can integrate rhyming so subtly. This form, I think, is your signature.
I hope this piece isn't too autobiographical e.g. "the trend setter of such timely torrents", and I especially hope I haven't roused any past emotions.
But this is very good. You haven't lost your touch.