"August's embrace, a paradox of fate, Warmth and chaos, intertwined like a twisted state, Sun-kissed days, that swiftly turn to night, Unpredictable winds, that leave us in their sight. One moment calm, the next, a raging storm, August's mood swings, leave us forever torn, Between the serenity of a summer's breeze, And the turmoil of a tempest's wild release. The air is thick, with an electric charge, As thunder booms, and lightning flashes large, The skies grow dark, with a foreboding hue, As August's unpredictability, our senses renew. Yet, in this turmoil, lies a beauty rare, A time of transformation, beyond compare, For in the heart of August's unpredictable soul, Lies a power that makes our spirits whole. So let the storms rage on, and the sun shine bright, For in August's unpredictability, we find our light, A time of growth, of change, of life anew, In the midst of chaos, our true selves shine through ©twisha ray"