the sound of rain falling on rain

There's the sound coming.
It is raining outside.
And it's two thirty into the night.

The streets have fallen asleep and there's no one outside except....
There, can you hear that?
There goes a rumble, and another, and there comes another one... the thunder gods are out to chase out words. I wish I could go outside, drench myself, and carry into my room all the orphaned words who are yelping outside.... forge them anew into letters and paint powerful shapes that would tempt and tease...