Sounds Of Rain

For hours I watched her many moods

Started with pitter-patter a gentle sound

Enough to take me to the land of nod

Then burbled as though on a rendezvous 

To meet her lover waiting in the woods

Angered at being let down, fizzled

Like a rattlesnake in the grass caught

Then started pelting on the window

To wake me up from the state of stupor

Drumming continuously to draw attention

To power, she wielded over earth planet

Sometimes opening up like sprinklers 

To revive grass in lawns turned brown

Sometimes violent, sometimes battering

On the roof of my mind, disabling thinking

Like bulb fused, then changing course

Beating a solemn tattoo on the roof

To calm the riot breaking inside me.

Rains have different sounds, different

Ways to placate or provoke mankind.