Rain falls like the beating of a drum

On the roofs of the suburb and slum

Not caring about the day or hour

Or how much you may glower

It sets a steady beat

For nature to play on repeat

So steady it may slip your mind

While noises become intertwined

Like music played in the background

Just to provide some kind of sound

While you focus on daily life

Filled with the usual strife

But what happens when the music stops?

When your little bubble pops?

Silence that is deafening

So much that it is threatening

Because it removed the distractions

And forced you to reflect on your actions

Thus the rain is the same

Just as suddenly as it came

It leaves behind a wake

A chance you can take

To reflect on what was there before

But is not distorted anymore