The thrumming din of rain enchants my ear;
it almost makes me want a roof of tin.
I turn the TV down, so I can hear
the thrumming din.

I scan the forecast – when will it begin?
I scrutinize for dark the atmosphere.
I don’t love leaks, but patter makes me grin.

All winter is my favorite time of year.
Though colder as I age, rain lets me spin
with glee. In nature’s temple I revere
the thrumming din.