A navy blue form sits in the lower end of the frame as a parade of neon greens, yellow, and pink stream down and merge into multiple versions of a hot storm. Trapped in riotous cacophony, the form settles in, completely succumbing to its fate. When it rains it pours, and the drips settle down into an electric popsicle oblivion, succumbing to the joy of unbridled spontaneity.