Echoes of Rain Fall

I hear the echoes of rain drops,

the thrumming sound

in an ascending symmetry.

My iris perfectly fixed

upon the wet windows

in optical perimetry.

The music is breathtaking,

from the constant vibration.

My heart thus conceded,

dancing in jubilation.

The sky is rather gloomy,

yet blithely to shed tears,

in an exuberant pace,

washing off my dead soul’s fears.

The grey cloud is dreary,

but joyful, to happily sing,

knowing the Summer is near by,

when I pass this Spring.

The sky remains dark grey

yet yearns to weep warm tears.

So the rainfall can make

a soothing calm sound

quite silently, to all the deaf ears.