And the rain falls one drop at a time,
All at once.
Its voice collected from the spaces between
The pear shaped missiles.
Variations of tone, from guttural to whispers
Of moisture wending.
Thank You for speaking this way
When Ecclesiastes became my umbrella
Under the sun.
“Variations of tone, from guttural to whispers…” What rich images that brings to mind, both visual and aural, having recently come out of an extra long rainy season.