The fountain gushed and spattered
near my hiding place,
and all was quiet until there were
sharp and loud puhs, as if a ******
fired his weapon...
But it was the rain drops  
on a broad-leafed bush.
Soon there was soft rain.
Its wash so quiet,
only I could hear it, ...unless
there was another near.
But I was alone.
My craft brought the moment
and the happenstance.