Poem: The Rhapsody of Me and You

outside the wind blew strong for a day, a gale – it grew as it blew with rage

and to the tune of this whistle nature added some lyrics the hysterics of people screaming as they ran outside

and the streaming of the rain came again (and again) like the echo of an old jazz crash cymbal.

whilst deep thunder it boomed but the drummer he loomed in the distance –…