The Rythm of Rain
the water pounds on the asphalt like a drummer to a drum
and the wind blows in a mobius pitch whistling tunes through its hum
the tin can joins in the whimsical that we lovingly call rain
and the rooftop offers dancing lessons like the taps on the window pane
the trees shake like maracas when the wind starts to sway
and the tires of a car plays symbols as it drives the other way
thunder cues the lighting flash as it rolls across the sky
but if i could hear one last song i would listen to the rain before i die
the soothing peace, that inner sense that is brought on by the rain
releases tension and calms my spirit and helps to keep me sane
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