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