Early Morning Downpour in Marrickville

My bedroom is dull with cloud
and the rumbling dawn
makes a masked entrance

the lightning stammers and loops
the miniscule now disappears
vanishing in a brim of burst

the lay quiddity of gutter inlets
pavement cursive with this downpour
basing on equal sheeting rain

and a shell propulsion of a jet high above
lungs like a turbine give chase
round flight paths and airways

the window view
regards me with dissuasion
the day stays away from me

I lope from room to stairs
for the whiles of winter
full of charge for the street.