I was up against a gray silence

 So I breathed out,
the clouds were pushed.
Am I sincere?
Streets need paint-

I sneeze and color rouses itself.
Every surface now has something vibrant.
I look down at me god he's goofing off.
I said pay attention it's all gray out here.

But my dog stayed all quiet.
The road was carved out dinosaur bones.
I did my best to flatten them out with my mood.
And if I had had a cigarette right there and then.

 That would be the moment to spark it and breathe out,
creating some cloud for the oncoming front.
Silence echoed all over like a flood of ear glue.
So I conjured thunder to clear it all up.