Rain
You start bursting out and rapidly play
The lyre, the piano? Can't tell which thing.
Like a mad singer you sing
Beating loudly upon my roof
Striking the keyboards, whistling
Along with the troop.
People stop and relax
And listen to your music
You reach out and chant to everyone
Even to my lonely window pane.
Your sound flows and fills the room
Echoing and droning your mysterious song.
Murmuring the words you go on
With that haunting tune.
I listen to the soft trickling notes
Of this smooth flailing ballad
It has no lyrics, yet its a song
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