The sound of rain after so long without is a rushing joyous sound.
So much being given, a flood clamoring for attention,
a tantrum on every surface.
Impatient drumming fingers, calling for attention
gushing streams from the rooftop
filling the empty silent spaces with rushing, murmuring life.
Later, perhaps, we’ll cry, “Enough!” and long for the dry silence,
but, for now, this noisy company is welcome.
