The spring air permeated with humidity,
Its aroma seeps in
Around the windows and under the doors.
The air shudders as the thunder rolls.
Clink, Clink, Clink
The metal roof speaks.
The clinks come, faster and faster and in increasing quantity.
Inner thoughts, barking dogs,
All drowned out by the unleashed cacophony.
The scent of rain
Dissipates.
The clinks,
Slow, slow,
Clink
end.
Brandoyd! 