It was a heavy evening Full of the promise of violence, Yet I went out. Climbed up the steep driveway to the castle, Down into the moat Where the wind held its breath. The blackbird was silent as I waded through treacle, Air heavy, Charged with an electric current. The sickly sweet smell teased my nostrils, A sugar-coating of things to come. I risked a glance upwards. Thick clouds rolled in and blanketed the sky. I sped up. What's a light smattering of rain? But these clouds meant business. Past the wall of primroses I stomped. Red campion Red valerian Clumps of cow parsley, Nodding at a fellow solitary walker from a safe distance. Passing the thick stalks of hogweed, Chewing the name around in my mouth. I felt the first stealthy drops touch my cheeks. Light fingers, tentative at first, Multiplying into rice crispie rain. Its lightness lulled me Like a stroke before a Slap. Toes tingling Fingers fidgeting I strode under the front porch As the heavens fell behind me. Just in time.