The unexpected rains in January Carry to me creeps of doubt. Not long before the clouds cover my roof I feel the storm pressing down. The drunk darkness dons a heavy coat As it stumbles through my door— Breaking branches in my living room, Shaking thunder through my floor. Its winds are whipping faster While shaking blankets from my chest. It can see my eyes make no fight, so Off it goes to reign out West. The thunder gets much softer, But it never really leaves. Even in the distance The storm rumbles underneath.