Whispers of a peaceful day
My window is open
Rain is pattering
Thousand upon thousands of drops land on
Rooftops of the neighborhood
Dated houses, workshops, garages and sheds
Cars parked on the street
Are calm in the early day
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The green belt of
the forest
Trees and leaves absorb the showers
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The upbeat snare drum
Rapidly and gently pounding
The water won’t miss a beat
Until it becomes a slow drip
A shimmer
of silence
then expands
*
A quiet buzz of
a sparkling world
As the drops slowly stop
*
A few quick
single-file streams of rivulets run off
some corners of buildings & branches
Hitting a surface just right
*
Ultimately
Petering out
Filtered into
Resting spots
Temporary or
Permanent
Drip
Drop
And
A Final series of tiny abbreviated
Splashes slapping
Like one glistening sizzle
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Birds respond to the rains final comments
Taking the time
to speak up more
As if excited for the opportunity
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Flying or perched
Dwellers of the high tree tops
Share shrill whistles and screeches
Happy chirps and chatter
Each in their own separate conversation
Different species
in their own cheerful language and melodies
Signatures of life
Repeating good notes for each other
**
A plane flies high above
Rumbling like kettle drums
Or a bowling ball
Rolling across the sky into the distance
*
No sooner has the jet flown out of range than a train announces it’s passing
Making sure everyone is out of the way
Sounding like low notes
on a saxophone
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It repeats it’s tones getting quieter as it fades into the distance again
*
On cue
the songs of twittering birds remind us that they have a symphony instead
It was here first and it
goes on
Outside the window
*
When they are near
To our hearts
Where we carry our own rhythm
*
Hope and memories chime in
ever after
Faint or loud as they return
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MacroMichael 