Storm and Lateness

Rain sound being very heavy and too wild.
The flat roof and the car roof, defining shingles loosely and being afraid.
Betrayed by one's own sternum, its lack of will, the sound of rain.
When the plants are finally all dead, the ability to breathe and reboot.
Rain sound affecting toes to eyes, and feeling disbelieved, and fat.
A beer is ok if it's tomorrow and not today when already, too many.
The relationship to liquid being rough, and always feeling full and not full.
The sound of the rain experienced through nostrils, like camphor.
Consciousness that there is less ticking now than once there was.
A little bit of something brown in a crystalline container, ice, a treat.
In the morning sleeping through the sunshine as though it gives permission, oddly.
The sunshine giving way to rain and the sound of rain obliterating shouts and calls.
The sound of ticking being missed, liked family and wood paneling.
The sounds of rain and ticking being not so much the same as just a thing.