Then, hide from the rain! I shout to those whose job is to keep their jobs at all costs to we the people. You, whose umbrella policies invade and degrade the lives of those who pay your way. Hide from the rain! It’s coming.

“Between the woods and frozen lake” fire draws me to its glow. The moonless night, still and opaque, bears witness to lay low. There, in the distant trees I hear his voice, deep, rough, and hard. A melody of love and fear has caught me…