Breaks

So here is our moment, frozen We've seen our seven unmoving In their lonely homes It's been 4: 18 and dawn's still hours off yet My God and they are cold and listless Not quite sure that they exist Here in this moment, slow and viscous Lips haunted by the ghosts of kisses There is the endless saturation of the days And here they are There is nothing moving but their breath But watch now As the breaking storm outside brings this moment into action The sky cracks into a wild-mouthed grin And unleashes all the water that it's carried Vapour grown heavy from every distant puddle Every lapping wave tip Every churning river Contributing to this rain Now Pete on his doorstep, he looks up Mouth agape, and he drops his key in shock and laughs A howling, ancient laugh The lightning charges through them Rips the sky and startles every roof in stark relief And they see their city new Esther hears herself shout a strange bark into the silence of her kitchen Gemma sits bolt-upright in bed, wide eyed And she stares at the rain as it smashes itself against her windows Zoe puts her boxes down Bradley reaches for his dressing gown And I see it from above Seven doors to seven flats Open at the same time and light the raining pavement Seven broken hearts, seven empty faces Are heading out of doors Here's our seven perfect strangers And they see eachother Strangely dressed One shoe and one slipper Socks falling off Smiling Gathering slowly, tentatively in the middle of the road Shielding their eyes at first But then tipping their necks back Unhunching their shoulders Opening their bodies up to this storm And their hair is flat and against their heads All puffed up madly outwards And the hands slip off their chins and cheeks As they clutch their faces, open-mouthed "Amazing!" they shout "We've seen it!" they shout As they walk like children into the eye of a game And BAM! Close, close Shocked and laughing Soaked to the skin