Rainstorm Symphony

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