Theres a storm outside and the gap
between crack and thunder, crack and
thunder closing in.
The rain floods gutters and makes a great sound on concrete
On a flat roof theres a boy leaning
against a wall of rain aerial
held high, calling
"come on thunder come on thunder"
its a monsoon, the rain lifts lids
off cars spinning busses like toys
stripping them to chrome
Across the bay the waves are turning
into something else. Picking up fishing
boats and spitting them on the shore
The boys hit lit up against the sky
like a sign, like a neon sign.
Then he drops, cut strings legs twitching
into the gutter
the flood swells
his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on
Theres 4 new colors in the rainbow
an old man takes polaroids but
all he captures in endless rain
endless rain
He says listen, takes my head, puts
my ear to his and I swear I
can hear the sea.
