Inch by inch

Fibre by fibre

Cold fingers of frost

Travel up my being.

Dread pools in my stomach

Sending shivers up my back 

My hand trembles

As I hold it out to the rain.

Cold streams of water everywhere

Nowhere to turn

Nowhere to run 

Nowhere is safe,

Nowhere to go but down …

Now in the front yard

Now in the front room

All I see is water

A pulsing, unending deluge.