Rain
The gentle tapping,
Rapping on the roof,
The china sound against the tin,
Sliding down the window, a sin.
The whimsical steady beat,
A marching band,
The sound of feet,
The rumble of the drums,
The roll as the climax comes.
Lightning crashes,
A symbol hit,
The snare fill bites with a bitter wind,
The ride, the lightning, the sweet crackle,
The scream of wind,
A metal song,
In this song of rain.
Rapping on the roof,
The china sound against the tin,
Sliding down the window, a sin.
The whimsical steady beat,
A marching band,
The sound of feet,
The rumble of the drums,
The roll as the climax comes.
Lightning crashes,
A symbol hit,
The snare fill bites with a bitter wind,
The ride, the lightning, the sweet crackle,
The scream of wind,
A metal song,
In this song of rain.
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