Rain

A team of dancers is
practicing on my roof tonight.
The rhythmic rapping and unisonal
tapping
sounds like a choreographed number
from West Side Story.

A team of horses is
racing on my roof tonight.
The forceful pound of each distinct hoof;
feels like twenty stallions
will soon join me.

A team of soldiers is
marching on my room tonight.
The stomp of each boot is faintly
heard over the crack
of rifle fire.

Outside it is raining,
and all I can do is sit
here and accept it.