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