Like nothing else,
The sound creates
Notes and clefs without a pause.
Each onto itself a Symphony.

Purposed by God
For all the reasons
Humans will never know, He
Dressed feelings in finer cloth.

He wakes the calm
With taps, and raps
That live a decibel past where
Wonder dare not roam.

A Gift, prepared with care,
Delivered in surprise
The jump of joy
Each droplet makes.

Ah, marvel of true,
Peace-filled energy
Stunning in simplicity,
A Miracle of deftness.

Past the barrier of logic,
I burrow in for a Magic Morn
With
The Gentle Rain
Charlene James
Amissville, Virginia
August 1, 2018