Less Than a Letter

i start to hear the nervous tapping of rain fingers on the roof above me thinking the world must be stressed to cause such a thing but then the ozone has a hole in its head and not self inflicted no one believes in climate change and mistakingly names it global warmer so don't bother or worry but here it is february and instead of soft whispers of wind blown snow the rapidity of the rain's fingers are banging on my roof's typewriter typing a suicide note