Melody of the Rain //Poetry

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First, a drop

Then, another

Next comes a patter of rain drops

They tap lightly on umbrellas,

Slide off windows,

Creating a symphony of sounds

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Then, as if the composer wrote in a caesura,

A gentle rest fills the air

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Slowly, the conductor lifts their hands and the music resumes

In a second, adagio turns into allegro,

And Romantic to Baroque,

In the background there is a buzzing sound,

Serving as a drone,

Gluing the plain, black notes together into a colorful rainbow

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One drop--the melody

A second--the harmony

It continues until it starts pouring,

Suddenly turning the piece into an impromptu

Fragile, dark, and flexible,

As if the rain was imitating Chopin

And just like the famous composer,

This song remains nameless

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Da Capo-- time to start from the very beginning again

If you listen carefully,

Remove yourself from the cacophony of sounds

From the people around you and the vehicles roaming on the road,

And concentrate on the rain,

You can hear the rain singing,

A complete orchestra accompanying,

A serene piece,

Worthy of praise

And yet,

No one bothers to listen

And become the audience

And no one asks for an encore

A/N: "...As if the rain was imitating Chopin. And just like the famous composer, This song remains nameless" Chopin was a composer who lived during the Romantic period. Though he wrote many songs, he never named them himself.


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