Slow grumbling thunder,come forth and bring us your storm
the winds have rushed through and are now gone
everything is thick and still in anticipation
the sky grows grey as the sun prepares to retire
and the clouds sneak in ever so slowly
the birds have fled, taken cover
children all safe inside their homes
windows are closed, the blinds are open
the stage is set and the audience is watching
tickety, tickety, tap, tap, tap, tap
our ears are on alert
as the sky begins to let loose
tap, tap, tap, tappity, tappity
the rain has begun picking up speed
and a single bird chirps a rapid repetitive song
a beautiful song in praise of the rain
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