The still haze, spirits move surreptitiously

And now a ghost is standing behind.

Up rises the smoke, improbity,

So shamelessly knocking;

But the day is scared to open.

My impatient desires

Where the mind swears revenge and ire,

A fearful cat sneaks in,

Spots a rat and commits felony.

Temptations, earlier caged,

Now flutter along the thatched roof.

Not the revolting clouds, busy polishing,

Thunder pinned to their dampened fur-coat,

Are leaking from one corner, then sudden downpour.

Rupturing the flood-gates of a frustrated dam,

Spilled, washed outside the door,

Hope and fear together.