The gracious rain plays for us,
Tapping out a million mingled rhythms
With a thousand raindrop notes
On a hundred thrumming drum heads
Of leaves, roofs and window panes.
Fwaps to tintinnabulation --
Gurgling gutters to pelting pavement.
Spanking syncopations over the
Soft cacophony of a water song.
Crescendos blossom, then shush
Thrilling then soothing us
With this pleasing tone poem of quench.