Sonnet of the Rain

Your house is on fire and your spirit too

In this forever winter we seek forever winter still

The ocean is inwelling I'm made of salt

I'm floating in this floating world

All I see is colours painting the colourful sky

The cloud dead the wind dead the rain turned to snow

I was drunk drugged and very blind to see

The sky painting becomes autumn leaves

In April they reared their young like they rear sheeps

In the next April my floor has sheepskins

The only time is too late now

You were spraying your clock with water

I stained the sheets with watered clock

Not knowing which way is music which way is salt

By Aran Meredith

February 2025