The fat slippery snake is chasing its tail again, oh you, grey-hearted ouroboros from below the tide, oh you, watery eyes that see through the innards of the ocean, turn now upwards, there may be fish in the sky eating the stars, there may be starfish tumbling down from the foam of the clouds, Now here the rain plummets and pounds, ticking, the clock of the world is calling the caves and the beasts out of their slumber, a restlessness falls upon the day, and a dark light.
Just a rainy day