As the rain falls down around
It creates an orchestra of sound
The rain starts off
Like a flute so soft
Then slowly turns into a forte
Each drop sounding a different way
Then the rest of the wind
Begin to come in
And absorb all the sounds of the day
Soon the percussion starts to play
With every light stike that comes
Signals the banging of the drums
The symphony continues through out the night
Until the first sign of morning light
That's when the curtains come to a close
The reason why, nobody knows
A puddle is the only clue left behind
Of a symphony that seems impossible to find