It’s been dark all day, the clouds storing up rain
Like children hoarding their Halloween spoils,
But finally it let the torrents fall,
And fall they did.

So now I retreat indoors,
Typing just to hear my fingers click against the keys,
And I understand now
Why monkeys chitter,
And why babies babble,
And why those radio broadcasters
Scream into microphones about who knows what,
(And anyways, who gives a fuck?)

And to me it seems we have not come quite that far at all,
Now that I think about it.

But today, it seems like I have found my voice again,
And let me tell you:
It hurts.