Rain falls
From the heavens
Washing the air
Cleaning
The land
And music begins

The tidal sound
Of rain
The marching rhythm
Of contact with earth and pavement

The crescendo and decrescendo
As clouds pass
The beat of droplets
Gathering from guttering
To land on resonant surfaces
Like the crackling of fire

The sky responds with greyness
Swirling haziness
I watch through my rectangular window
Dry and warm
As the symphony delights
My ears and eyes

The birds are quiet and still
They have departed for shelter
The trees stand silent, enjoying the shower
And then it is over, as quickly as it started
April shower