The winds just need an opening to blow Into your secret rooms where you conceal Your cryptic and subversive plans below The floorboards creaking every time you kneel The rains survey the weakness in your roof And seek a path to fall into your space Where moisture plays its wrinkles into truth Well hidden in the patterns of your drapes And where the wind and rain may find admission There, the cold will follow in the end To plunge your quarters into indecision That oft accompanies the rain and wind Repair the roof and windows, seal the door And let your weary forehead warm the floor
