November Rain

I can see the lights of the unoccupied second homes
They keep lit up for no reason
Reflecting on the barely moving water
On an inland sea where people park their money
I live year-round in a vacation place
I love the winter wind in my face
Harrowing beneath trees this big and groaning
No echo loud enough above the blowing
All these absentee owners miss
The huge embrace, the pressing kiss
Of this specific November rain in the long darkness
That's ok, I'll drink all the rain while I trespass
They keep their outside light on though
I guess to let everyone else know
Keep away, this patch of night sky I also claim as mine
Don't they realize all our stolen wealth
Is built on screaming bones
In their lights that dot the hillside
I see blinking eyes