R/ckets and S/ntries

daylight sputtered and fell. eager victims chose their personal candidacy and saluted. winds picked up descriptively in an oceanic sweep of fine customs. yes, the coming storm would be a doozy. a proxy vote snuck under the wire, and all hell broke loose. all hell looked tame and familiar, like ladders in the sky. the people were delirious with fear or ecstatic fund. they would be fierce in situation, or they would sleep thru winter. the storm's currents beat on every wall. nothing looked so good as saying so.