The Force

Water dripping down from the whitened clouds soon touching the damp, moist soil of the forest floor. The Force is here. The Force is here.
Thousands of trucks knocking at my door. But I’m ready I’m ready to face it again and again and again.. 
In minutes the plains are deserted and there's a taste of dryness and defeat in the still stale wind that used to be free and crisp. The Force is gone, gone in seconds.           
But 
I’m  
ready 
to  
feel.  
I’m  
ready  
to  
feel 
the 
force 
again…