I raise my window
God's musicians
play in the cooling rain
I listen
hearing
a steady waterfall
tinkle a running creek
raindrops rap in a bucket next door
as percussionists tap
timbales and tom-toms
combining different thump beats
booming base drums
hands ripple one finger at a time
I want to dance as I am--in the rain
like dancing on noisy cellophane
to crinkle at least for the night
the pail has its fill
drum taps take intermission
the sky keeps raining
rumbles echo from the southern sky
God's kettledrums
roar and fade as lions on hilltops
a timpani in God's symphony
POM-POM-POM-POM-POMMMMMM
Good sleeping weather
Goodnight