The rain falls down heavily outside of the house except for eleven leaks coming first from the roof into the attic crawl space. Some of the rain splattering on support beams and flying in multiple directions and some of it dropping straight down onto the ceiling below until it weakened the structure and began dripping down into the kitchen and living room into a collection of pots, buckets, and a waterproof hiking boot. The other boot sat dry on a shoe rack.
Richard Davis sat in his living room across from a table drinking a whisky and mineral water. On the table was a failing play of solitaire. The cards that Richard needed to win was the Three of clubs and the Ace of ***** both of which were lying face down in the seventh column at the top two spots. He had no moves available with any of the other cards to get to them. Richard Davis sighed and picked up all the cards after taking a drink from his glass and shuffled the deck three times before laying them out for another round.
Davis was playing to **** the time until the morning world would catch up with him and he could leave the house out into the rain and go down to the docks and on the boats to catch some fish.
He had attempted sleeping earlier in the night but found that he could not rest for longer than a couple minutes at which time he was not truly at rest if he were honest and his head wrestled with all of the thoughts that ran thru it and he was in the light of the full moon before the rain clouds came in and obscured it behind their thick black and grey hues. He was not superstitious but still could not sleep and he wondered if sleeping in the full moon did induce nightmares or if it only did at sea.
After a few hours of attempting and failing at sleep, he got up and checked his nap sack and tackle box and rod and fixed himself a whisky and mineral water using a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label and a bottle of Perrier. He grabbed his drink and grabbed a deck of cards lying on the counter and walked into the living room and sat down and shuffled his cards before laying them out for a game of Canfield and drank his drink.
When the leaks started to appear from the ceiling he finished off his drink and stood up and walked around the house grabbing six pots and two deep pans and two buckets and placed them each beneath a leak before seeing one last leak at which moment he grabbed the hiking boot and put it beneath the stream. He laughed and made himself another drink this time adding less mineral water to the mix and sat back down and continued his game of solitaire.
The sun began to show outside in the eastern skies right near the drop off of the ocean and its rays slowly filtered thru the little city and across the hills and thru the rain into the window seeping thru the tattered blinds of the house. Richard Davis smiled at feeling the sun on his face and finished loosing at his game and finished off his drink, rolling the lasts bit of taste around in his mouth before swallowing. Davis stood up and grabbed his gear and opened the front door; sat his sack, box, and rod on the ground and locked the door and picked them back up, adjusting the weight as needed and went out into the rain and down to the docks for work.
Yeah not a poem but Baudelaire once said "always be a poet, even in prose"