softer in the rain

A little poem I wrote from a line from a song my friend Mikey Gleason wrote...

whispers
speak softer in the rain
or at least aren't shouted
Quiet voices
gentle humming
a soft, frenetic hush
Blown around
voice to voice
and
ear to ear
Quiet thunder
wet and heavy
rolls down the street toward us
and them
Bringing with it no violence
and forcing no change
Maybe
A hunch of cold shoulders
or a hood
dark comfort over head
And maybe
A zipper will rise like a king
Only to have comfort and shelter take away the crown.