Cricketus Interruptus

The crickets' constant critching call Is covered when the raindrops fall. A sudden downpour, Nature-made, Did cause their noise to quickly fade. Much earlier, the grands complained They couldn't sleep unless it waned. (The "it" they meant was cricket chatter, Not the raindrops' pitter patter.) Though soon they both were lulled to sleep Into a rest so sweet and deep That when the chirping chorus drowned They noticed not the lack of sound. But I enjoyed the critch and thrum, As soothing as a noise can come Especially, when most exquisite, H & h* are here to visit. *my grandkids, ages almost 6 and 4