Story Weather... does it taste of salt?

[Bob M]

Stormy Weather

I sit quietly
on a rickety porch
rains a splashing
ain't got no rhythm

horizontal winds
lash at window panes
soaked in glassy sweat
I feel their pain

up above me
rain plays a song
tapping out music
on a flat tin roof

Vertical streams
of water spiraling past,
over glass and wood
downward they flow

overflowing puddles
gathering my teardrops
I'm drowning in loneliness
can't share my thoughts.

I'm lost in the solitude
of a violent storm
that covers my face
now that I'm alone.