Rain sleeps in dreams diffused
For want of electricity in wires.
Wires are emptied of electricity
Due to rain itself , rain’s worms,
Travelling on private rain tracks
In royal finery, pearls and all.
Only sun makes private pearls
But street lights do it at night.
Our budoir has fine rain things
Eclectic in sky,pretty fireworks
Naked birds shivering in trees.
We have it for our private use,
Trespassers highly prosecuted.