THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

THE PERFECT MELODY

 
 
The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
The first drops fall.
Water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds and souls.
Prepares us for a new day.

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.

Laden with moisture.

Clouds roll in.

The sky grows darker.

Then you hear the first drops.

The water pounding on the roof

in a staccato melody of its own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

The rain washes our streets

and clears our minds.

Preparing us for a new day.