When it rains we run to the window;
We run to the window as if
our bodies recognise the desperate humbling we need and ship off our
flawed beings to the window;
a type of rehab for the weary.
And we don’t know where to look,
up at the sky, at the ground? Even
to the neighbours for desperate human sanctuary.
And so we watch it all, intently, until
our bodies are recharged and spirited
–spirited because we recognise a greater force than mere human control
and we’re comforted by the realisation that
we exaggerate human power too greatly
and deem the elements of the world too weakly-
So when it rains, we run to the window