THE RAIN

Pitter patter raindrops
Drumming a staccato beat,
On the hot, parched rooftops
Steaming in the heat.

Trickling down the window panes
In numerous tiny rivulets,
Glistening in the evening light

At the edge of every silhouette.

How they make their music
Splattering in the bird bath,
And plopping down so noisily
On the paved garden path!

The drums of thunder rolling
I hear the tempo rise,
The drops give way to sheets of rain
Illuminated, as the lightning strikes.

Swishing swooshing waters
Rushing by the sidewalks,
Tumbling over the pavements,
Gurgling thru' the spouts.

Frogs croak loudly in the puddles
Ravens add to the cacophony, riled,
Squirrels from their tree-holes watch
The nature’s orchestra gone wild.

Splashing through the currents
The ecstatic urchin plays,
The rain soaks him to the bone,
And his paper boats are slayed.

Nose pressed to the misted windowpane,
The glorious transformation I behold,
And hear the crescendo rise and ebb,
Till the hush of the night takes hold.

MS