Providence Pokes Me In The Eyes

Another cloud approaches
Not today
Will it descend
How so?
From where does it
Accumulate grow and abscond?
To suddenly creep towards
From the line of the horizon

Yes, it approaches
All I can do is to prepare
From where does it come?
I cannot fathom
Except for the suspicion that
From within it anchors
Is it my own creation?
Dubious
But sneaking suspicions
Attack, distract

I would like to blame you
But you have done nothing
To warrant this attack
Perhaps unknowingly
The essence of you
The ripples that you cause
Waves that you emanate
Kickstart this
Generating black clouds that
Visit and abandon
Hide and seek

If it come to attention
To purposefully direct
Your sudden warmth
It would come as a welcome
Surprise
But spare it
For out of pity
Would more clouds develop
Since no consistency is borne
Out of no sincerity

Go your way
Levelling up
In your own world
It could bear those monsters
You miss out
The glass you peer through
Is tinted
Age is as a tiny, intruiging pattern that
Make focus lose its way
The innocence is remarkable
But your green douses that spark