Dust. BOOM. Is it the streets or, as the blues would say, my love light getting snuffed. Dust. BOOM. Ba-Boom. She entered in tempest. And I haven't met one yet that wouldn't knock me off my feet and back out on these hazy messed up streets. Boom. Rainfall. Baby it's a flood coming towards. three-to-one the odds stacked against. But the kiss is the contract. I'm letting her know. I'm in. .Steve