At dusk the windows played the chords of a rainstorm rattling rooftop boards Fairly weathered olden house I sat alone on newish couch For the right to be right here many lost and much was fear Therefore do not say that spite utters out of mouths too light For the critical review might just call a wetter blue That's what water said it was calling down the phony buzz Struck by thunder in my seat hearty skipping nervous beat One hand gripped the other wrote trying finding fervor notes As the rain is wont to do calmer beads were working new Dripping off my sweaty face looking for a fall, then grace Memories come running up filling empty holey cup Water loves the land and lake deeper breathing sounded take Hearing thus I lower lids breaking mind-ways out of grids Fade to what it's sleepy soon not much missing lovely moon.