I imagine the rain battering
upon the neighborhood,
out there in the dark,
from what I hear.

Its constant explosions
on the leaves, on the street,
on the walkway, on the roof.

There is not only rain I hear on the roof,
I don't think.

I imagine wind always with the rain.
The wind whips around the neighborhood,
out there in the dark, from what I hear.

Its always hallowing in the trees,
over the street, across the walkway,
against the roof.

There is not only wind I hear against the roof,
I don't think.