The ****** of a gust permeates my jacket!    
Power lines wail in the howl of a dark stormy racket!    

A plastic bottle from recycling cried”help me”as it pass!
My jeans cling against a rainy wind, my adventure now a farce!

The brim of my hat pulled tightly down,      
   ”*****”like the wings of a bird!        

A sky of pitch in a mid afternoon,    
as if no more ignore gods word!    

A roar of wind that comes for me,    
“closes”like a demon at a corners turn!    

Struck no longer of  form I stagger,  
do you know me? If not learn!  

A shifting sheen of sheets of rain,
   of distant thunder and drowning drain!    


I walk with frozen marrow alone,  
beneath a sky that dies!