A full bottle fits this rain.
Power s out.
Cussed roof leaking in four places. Quick wet metronome and a little pee down the wall behind the marble stand. Windgrowls and pants so loud you d swear bears are hellbent on breaking in as though October again. Every few minutes a thousand seeds get spit at the windows and rivery eaves. And the drizzle she caught before it could soak the books she d given her father, come back to her moved to tears, pulses like a scared rabbit s or Johnny s arteries being a dinosaur.