Television aerials rattle
To an unseen foe,
Trembling from head to toe,
Tortured to a cloud strewn sky.
Terns attempt acrobatic landings,
Twitching in flight,
Tail feathers making finite adjustments.
The odds stacked against them,
The flying frigates are swept away
To easier landing pads.
Transparent rain rattles the rooftops
Testing the tiles,
Tumbling headfirst into overflowing gutters
To fill the sewers so far below,
Tsunamis streaming through the gutters,
Torrents of some place else’s moisture.
The wind is relentless,
Tormenting an already pounding head:
Turn up the music and close my eyes.