The Voices of Rain

Rain Song

Lying in half wakefulness I heard the song of rain,
the clapping of thousands of gloved hands,
the laughter of children splashing in puddles,
the dripping of water off of heavily soaked leaves,
the crashing of a waterfall on to distant rocks,
the pitter-patter of drops drumming on a tin roof,
the rhythmic beating of a heart,
the breathing of the earth as a sigh,
the crackling of logs in a fire,
the rolling of the river over stones,
fingertips lightly tapping on windowpanes,
the peaceful turning of a water wheel,
the gentle spray of waves dashing the shore.

The voices of the rain embrace the howling wind
and caress the clouds, soothes their anger,
calmly dripping it slowly down on the earth
in many ancient primal voices that 
strum the strings of earth and sky.

Oh, how I love the rain!