When you feel so alone
That even sorrow walks away
And you’re left to ache in hollow bone
Soul heavier than clay
Turn your face toward the rain
See each drop that falls
Insistent on its arcing path
In Silence through it all
The Loudness comes when raindrops die
Fall, a final splatter, cry
The Loudness crawls into your flesh
A barrage as loud as inner death
The demons march as heavily
On iron roofs as on your feet
Their silver tongues lash every light
And make the day-sky dreary night.
Wait beyond the first descent
The liquid screams as grasses dent.
Pay first — your attentions to the clouds —
Before the inner roaring debt.