Monsoon Bucket

Outside in the rain
The garbage is weeping
With great murky tears
That runnel away
To my surprise
If anyone's out there
I'm in need of a shoulder
To carry my load.

The trees they are whispering
In harsh whithered voices
The trunks carry on
With thunderous creaks
And overhead sunlight
Cascades like a fountain
Down from the heavens
To bring to us life.

On top of the mountains
The eagles are soaring
Vital, magestic
And questing for blood
I would spend some time
With the avian royalty
But I'm afraid
Of becoming endangered.

The tin of the roof-top
Is thumping a chorus
To the dissonant wind
Tearing viciously by
And I'm all alone
In my bed drinking milo
Wondering if the duvet of clouds
Hides an aqua-blue sky.