The wind chimes, The event is about to begin.
Heavens dim the light, Clouds take their mark. Wind ushers the tree branches So leaves can rustle down To their seat.
Calming thunder sets the tempo.
The event was predicted to be fast-paced. Rain droplets start warming up.
It doesn’t take long for the commotion to quiet down, All attention is on the ensemble.
Final thunder quiets in the distance!
Droplets pick up speed, Smashing against the tiled stage, With military precision.
Pipes enter into the scene Gutters full of rhythmic rain Downspouts burst their melody.
Splashing and spinning, Bouncing and swirling, From pine wooden fences to grass blades And flower petals, Exiting the stage, Dissolving to the ground – To the backstage.
I observe nature’s gala, Cozy behind the patio doors, The blessed celestial chambers, That meditation adores.
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