Outstanding in the rain

The music stopped when I got the text on my phone
And then there came a knock at the door
As the thunder gutter-balled noise over my home
The coincidence was too much to ignore

The lights flick flicked like a cricket guitar-pick
Then wind troubled curtains like Jesus troubled the sinned
With the smell of fried bacon... Which was misguided and mistaken
Just as static pins of electricity tweaked my erratic skin

When I flapped my wings, it was just the one time.

I swear.