shall we

The corrugated plastic roof rattles
with rain, and this pleases me.
In particular, the occasional metallic
ping, as a lump of scrap is struck
in just the right place for music.
Forged and cast with care for some
forgotten purpose, now it lays dismembered,
obsolete and without function.
Rats and robins shelter within.
The rain pelts itself harder and
faster in a burst of spite.
'Notice me.'
We could walk out in it, you and I.
Out of town, where the fields sprawl,
where you can hear the earth drink the water.
We could creep under the hedge
and curl up like foxes.
Shivering and sodden
we could dissolve together.
Dead leaves and rabbit holes and spiders
Cold hands and slick skin and hot breath
Away from here