lindazhang60

First, a drop Then, another Next comes a patter of rain drops They tap lightly on umbrellas, Slide off windows, Creating a symphony of sounds *** Then, as if the composer wrote in a caesura, A gentle rest fills the air *** Slowly, the conductor lifts their hands and the music resumes In a second, adagio turns into allegro, And Romantic to Baroque, In the background there is a buzzing sound, Serving as a drone, Gluing the plain, black notes together into a colorful rainbow *** One drop--the melody A second--the harmony It continues until it starts pouring, Suddenly turning the piece into an impromptu Fragile, dark, and fle