Looking down,
I did not see
The swelling,
Full to bursting
It rained down
Thick and hard
To drench me.

Looking up
I craned to see
‘Gainst grainy night
Stark and roofless
It howled through
Outside in,
Inside out me.
© WhatHabit Co. and Words For Leaving, 2010 to 2016. All rights reserved.