Beginning
With the soft pitter pat
Of little cat feet.
Gentle.
Relaxing.
A soothing sound
As it falls on a
Tin roof.
Then rising
In sound and fury,
Like a great orchestra
Building to a crescendo
Of heavenly kettle drums.
Suddenly... silence.
The bright sun bursting forth,
Beaming a
Rainbow smile.
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