The night was raining orange in the road
when peering through my window from inside
revealed how little of the desolation showed
through the raindrop rash on the glass outside.

Strangely opaque to the stuttering light
each bead of water was a jewelled disc
concentrically filigreed in black and white
that put in place a sheet of sequins fixed

as screen between the growing storm outside
and my guilty despair which found expression
in sleepless nights. So nature intervened inside
a temporary high between two deep depressions.