Do you know, the raindrops when they fall,
Sound different on different surfaces?
The fiber glass sheet over the car shed
Receives a more than thunderous tread.
When the falling drops stop to rest,
Above the dark green rain-bent trees,
It courses a languorous, drip drop on
The expectant cluster of leaves.
The sun scorched mud tiles absorb
The rainy wetness and gently let them go
On the harsh tarmac that has just stung my sole
It pitter patters in a scolding flow.
Slap, slap, slap say the Hawaii slippers,
On the plantain leaves the sound is loud
The birdie's nest gets a dew drop drop,
The tin roof on the kitchen does itself proud
On the mosaic of the open porch, it falls
Like sharp icicles making a statement
Before running to puddles at the steps
And trickling slowly into the basement.
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