I failed to notice when the wind

picked up the pace, racing through

the branches of the trees overhead,

laughing and screaming, a concert

of strange tidings; I dropped my arms

from above my head and commenced

to open my mouth, shout a wordless

argument to no one, a silent phrase

of a not so silent tone. I wished for

rain, for rain to fall, for rain to fall

upon my shoulders, my eyes, my

self. Upon my self until nameless.