When a dark wind howls
on a river wet night,
When leaves swarm the street
like a plague of mice,
and trees stretch over to touch
the houses, cars and road.
And some reach too far,
To lay stranded and glistening
in the half light.

Boxes, bins, leaves and branches
meet at the corner
to dance in cicles beneath
the flickering streetlamp,
And a wet black cat runs for shelter
beneath a wet black car.
The scene is illuminated briefly
from the flash of sheet lightening,
and I can't help thinking
that nature is a good leveller
to the powers of mankind.