The leaves on trees hum the winds wail.
Waves on the beach sing the moon’s melody.
The tune washing over the golden sand, the green blades.
The clouds hang over head, listening in,
joining in, the drumming of the rain
Overbearing the other’s tune.
The steady pitter-patter from above,
thousands of tiny raindrops find their feet.
The sound of many mice scurrying,
marching on across the city.
Grey on grey on grey,
praying we are not preyed on.
Sheltering inside, the drumming of the rain,
the beat against the window.
The splash against the leaves, the sand, the blades.
The drumming of the rain.