wind rakes the rain in lines
pointing south and west
the trees thrash but do not break
the streets are coated with water
that hasn't time to drain
pointing south and west
the trees thrash but do not break
the streets are coated with water
that hasn't time to drain
and yet, we still sit in lighted and refrigerated splendor
and yet, the wind moans not
and yet, the worst has not arrived
Lee Thomson 