do you hear them chattering endlessly?
the raindrops
they beat out a pattern on the road
the wind plays the harp
waves of sound
rain, rain
low rumble
clouds the senses
footsteps?
---or raindrops?
in the tent we wonder.
not around
but jump in the puddles
the cold seeps in your shoes
devours your socks
cold and dying.
thank God for hoodies