but perhaps there are small mysteries
chewing all night in the walls.
That tapping at the windows
could be rain
or some code we can’t transcribe—
The world, trying to send us a message.
In that case,
the harder it rains must mean
there’s so much more
the world wants to say.
Last night, the sound softened.
Rain turned into the season’s first snow.
We fell asleep puzzling over the translation.