If I imagine rain
A downpour dampening
This melancholy mess
Matted and mistaken,
Strung from strings
Uncertain and chimes
Brass and scratched,
Headlights screeching
Unforgiving into the swift
Grasp of dusk
Over cornfields serenaded
By a cacophony of
Twitching twigs
Broken and rattling
Against my ribs beginning to hollow,
If the rain
Could caress my worries
And cauterize my concerns,
I'd wade in the
Static of storm clouds
And cheer to the
Clap of atmospheres
Cracking, crackling
Chaotic sheets
Of tips and taps,
And oceans down the
Windows and a song
Crafted on the roof
That protects me
Unrightfully so,
As I need to be soaked,
I need to wash away
In a flood of bubbling
Rain and splash
Against the abstraction
Of these thoughts,
Baking in the sun
Like tea that has only
Begun to brown.