run on rain

The tree cowers, dripping and
dejected beneath
(sky flashes) (sky flashes)
hanging like the head of
(sky flashes)
a guilty dog
its feet lost in a lake that
used to be ground where
heavy drops bounce so hard it
looks like a thousand creatures
poking fingers up
from beneath, frantically,
testing and prodding an air so
suddenly cooled with stripes of
monsson sliding down from
corrugated tin rooves
while all else is lost in
its noise.