Rain on the roof,
murmuring like an excited crowd.
Rain water streams off the eaves,
splashing to the ground, like bacon sizzling on a griddle.
The rainfall crescendos,
the crowd roars, rising from their seats,
filling the air with cheers.
The summer squall fades,
the applause slowly falters,
the quieting crowd sits, hushed, whispering
leaving only the sound of a breeze through trees
and scattered dripping.