Friday, September 23, 2011

It Rains

Wet drops slide
The tips of their fingers
On the skin of my home.
It shudders
Holding fast against the wind
Rain drips on every side
The walls melt
Inside the heat rises
Cold air whips and blows
Against the cracks, the crevices
Water drops rush
This way and that
Hushhhhh shhhhhh
Floors groan
The warmth shivers
Pulling inwards still
Windows breath heavily
And open
Water rushes in
The air is drenched in sounds
Suddenly
The clouds descend