'The storm's more there'
The storm's more there And carrying on than raging. It interrupts instead of Holding in its grip. The rarest rumbles, news Your body's ageing, Electric shots in joints And muscles as the circuit trips. The rain is solid, Clattering the gutters, And you can see the water Claiming lower floors. There's barely anything To keep your interest. A dog barks to protect The dead behind closed doors