Rainstorm Symphony
There must be many a invisible musician
Making the prelude in the philharmonian
Some playing the wires for strings and bows
Some whistling through cracks of windows
Trees are rustled to make the shala-shaling
And with a lightning comes the rumbling
Followed by the percussion of the drum kits
Another slash of the cymbals and buckets
Brings the succession of a thousand hoofs
That drowns the horns and dins over roofs
Nature makes music
Humans just mimic
Those enclosed in air-conditioned edifices
Just missed one of the greatest masterpieces