Soak the streets of my home town.
Soften the ground, in my ears spooky sounds.
Howl outside my back door, shake my rafters down.
Hold hostage the brilliant sun. Then whip the open sea.
If this display is not fear to see, send your furry home to me.
Show the trees which way to fall, on my house to crack my wall.
Fill my gutters with dying leaves, send water gushing over the eves.
And if my ceiling starts to leak, freeze my tears upon my cheek,
pulp the mail that I seek and ice the trail beneath my feet.
Then when you anger subsides.
A cool and misty morning, my breath condenses.
Rapture, O-Joy, I see through my shattered defenses.
O-desolate and frigid but serene, sharp and potent morning air.
All around has been washed clean.
Now I stand with out a care, as awakened from a dream.
To stride once more out through the door, to walk more humbly then before.