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.