Not a whisper broke the silence
of the bleak night's solitude;
As if in quiet meek compliance
to match my own dark quietude.
Then with a thunderous cymbal clash
the heavens broke into cloudburst;
accompanied by strobe lightning flash
with songs that quenched my every thirst.
Sometimes as soft as lullabyes
it pitters on the dancing leaves;
Sometimes with thunder from the skies
heavy metal 'neath the eaves!
Melodies in harmonic thirds,
this rain song needs no fancy words!
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