"...it rained so hard last night, I could almost see the wind—" ~ Prateebha Tuladhar Someone said the word obliterate. Meaning an erasure so hard, nothing remains. As children we were told not to whistle too loudly at clouds so they wouldn’t come too close. The world must have whistled in a great chorus. Or that’s what we might want to believe. But wind and rain have their own voice, their own logic. We are always trying to put our unformed words into their throats.