Power Failure

I can hear the rain

not in the natural

but through structure

not just being

but battering against

being known

I watch technology flicker

trying to bear up, a slipping grip

shivering response to sirens

and a quickening draft

There must be a puddle

in the street below

every tire makes a wet announcement

next door a baby cries

All of us wondering

none of us knowing

when our own devices

will be the light.