There was a rhythmic pounding on the roof
a song with the drums of its own.
Pitter-patter, then tip-tap-tap
the sound sprinkled from everywhere.
Sky turned dark then thunder struck
bringing its melody of blast and light.
Everyone's out from their rooms
laughing and lifting the hot air gloom.
Dust is settling, flowers are glistening
spreading the very first earthly fragrance.
A lullaby so sweet enriching our hearts
and refreshing our minds so deep.
I listen for a while and then wait
as the first drop hits my face,
Oh! the joy of rain.
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A bit unstructured. xD
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