Three short lines, three small scenes, and a feeling of loneliness running through all of them. In the first, the speaker talks to a hen finch, a small, plain bird, and "gives an account" of desire. The wordplay is quiet but sharp: an account can be a story, or it can be a ledger of what is owed. Either way, the speaker is trying to make sense of wanting, and the only listener is a bird.
Then the weather breaks in: night rain, thunder, lightning, and somewhere in it a man in pain. The poem doesn't say who he is or whether the speaker can help, which makes the moment feel exposed and helpless. The last line widens out. The speaker writes "to all places that have no heart," which could mean cold, empty places or places that can't answer back. The mood is tender but bleak: someone reaching out, without much hope of reply.