Wet Sateen:

The rain is falling down so fast
it makes the sound of swirling melodies
tink tink tink
the wind is like the bass and drums
rushing, blowing through oak trees.

There's a leak in the roof I painted blue
drops hit the cast of iron
and the triangle sounds

God it's like a whirlwind out there
I spin and spin arms wide sateen slip
sticking to me like a second skin
It's brilliantly cold outside the air burns to breath
I write a letter leave it for the rain to eat

Dear world,
Never let the rain stop.
It's ink swirls and whirls dripping like mascara tears,
like the drapery of St. Matthews Ebbo Gospels.