Platitudes of rain across Border hills.
Refinements of a downpour, shifting without elaborations, like a leaking engine.
Skylines are throttled by the abstract notions of economic downturns.
The clouds resemble a disturbance of industrial filth.
The sky is an indistinguishable mass of disgruntled techniques – a parsimony of visual forms, a reluctance of vapours.
Meaningless clusters of Cromwellian artifacts litter the streets in disputes of cultural decay.
The demolition of stratocumulus indicates a desire for the world to obliterate the townships of Northern England – a place where daydreams meet their end.