Raindrops have their own music
In this symphony of rain
The initial movement is undoubtedly
Fast and angry
Making a statement
Making an entrance
This eases into andante
But the rain
When there is a storm
Never starts with one tempo and ends with another
There is a continual accelerando and ritardando
Until the heavens empty of their anger
The sky clears
And the sun comes out
*Written two years ago but as I watch and wait for the rain it seemed a perfect time to repost.
Photo taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.