Drunk and weaving in the rain
The rain swept into my face
Down my face, punishing me
Drunken rain – out of control –
Drunk with power like a manic
Car wash. Beating and beating down
Not cleansing but punishing
‘You should be home’
Drunken rain sweeping me into a gutter
Despair waiting for me at home

And the gale screamed, ‘You deserve it’!