It has rained for eleven hours.

Sometimes harder,
Sounds like a million woodpeckers,
Marbles dropped on a concrete floor,
The fear is hail.

Sometimes softer,
Mist and sunlight always make me
Imagine champagne.
The fear is indolence.

Something wonderful,
About a cloudy day and a long rain,
Water is a necessity.
In abundance, it calms us down.