by John Trent
Arrhythmic, tapping
Gentle, then strong
Rain begins to fall in the darkness of morn
A constant transition
From moment to moment
As each tiny droplet kisses the old tin roof
Building, slowly
A beautiful percussive sound
Its wondrous intensity continues to swell
Steadily falling
Then, a flash in the dark
Deafening, each drop, yet calming to the soul
I hear its return
An ever-distant thunder
As a mist-laden whisper caresses my ear
Steady and consistent
Night's pitch starts to lighten
As the breath of renewal breaks the early dawn
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