An experiment with meter

And wherever it dripped through the holes that I pierced in the clouds that were sent to test patience and mirth a new flower would grow with a scent like a pine crossed with ozone and lips and sweet burgundy wine. Though the Cirrus was thick they moved fast like the night and gave glimpses of majic, moments of delight. And the sleep was not lost and the dreaming deferred exploded in wonder all over the world.