17.August.26

Shut out sunshower before all the fuss

Of fine floors turned into bathybius.

Panes’ rattles fleeting come with such sleeting,

So immune to pleading for their ceding.

Down windows still preserve ups’ lifts by light

Until Ella’s cinders glow through the night.

Whether weathering either side of sill,

Enduring patience reigns where, too, rain will. ; )