Diagonal streams now stripe the windowpane And in them, tiny insects drown and die. Unexpected,sudden rain has come. Those escape who have the wings to fly. No angels were seen peering at my room No doubt they have their Sunday wings to press. No camera ,even with psychotic zoom, Can catch an angel while she is undressed. Now the rain has dried and all is sweet I tend to houseplants standing by the door. By good luck these houseplants will never bleep. Only in the real world do they flower. Bleeps and pings are not a natural sound. But to the artificial we will bound.