Klik-Klak

Worn out,

The storm's out,

Who brought

The storm in the house?

Stuck inside with an outline,

Quietly crying a mudslide.

It's gone, the storm,

But there's sill that sound on our window.

Inside, dry and warm,

But there's sill that sound on our window.

Fogged up and painted shut,

But there's sill that sound on our window.

A product of tough luck,

But there's sill that sound on our window.