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The rain sounds like big tympani drums
Beat-beating on the steamed glass.
Thum thum, roll roll, goes drummer hail,
Rhythm bouncing high in the grass.
The wind in the trees is a clarinet
In jazzy melody-burst;
The thunder is as cymbals bold
In orchestra, tuning up first.
God thinks up a little weather-shout --
And obliging Nature plays it all out!
Copyright (c) 1981 by Marilee Miller