Harold walks down any street of this town
  both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift
  his legs twitch
    the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting.
  inhisbeaditsliketheweatherback&forthitsliketheweather
  when it rains it pours down
    Weatherman, do you feel?
  Is it stormy inside of your veins?
    Thanks to nine (carosold@yahoo.com) for these lyrics