Rain

The patter of rain
Against my window panes
Growing louder and faster
Yet maintaining perfect rhythm
As it beats against the thin, clear glass
And pounds upon the shingles and the stones
Intrepid intruders searching for ingress
Making cats twitch their whiskers and dogs raise their ears
While a part of me wonders if the house will collapse
As I shudder to think what would happen if I walked outside
When suddenly a brazen clap of thunder splits the air
The cymbal cracking the coalescing crescendo
Sending domestic animals under the beds
Yet soothing the storm as is shatters the nerves
The torrent turns to a soft, steady tapping
And gently drips down roofs and gutters
A sound which went unheard before
Until a trickling begins
After a space of time
Then I am asleep.