As I listen to the sound of soft, steady rain falling…
I lightly brush my fingertips over the keys.
I sit and I feel my heart’s true calling…
And play almost anything that I do please.
Chopin, Beethoven, Mozart and more…
The rain and my music so beautifully blend.
As the thunder sounds, I begin my encore…
Oh, I never… never want it to end.
The lightning crashes—my fingertips fly…
As everything around me fades in a blur.
I see a bright flash illuminate the sky…
I fermata, I pause for the thunder to occur.
As the little hammers hit the tight strings…
The rain patters down on my sill.
My mind begins wondering a great many things…
And my right hand starts doing a trill.
As I hear the rain slowly begin to subside…
I silently thank the storm for its show.
The piano now silent—keys closed up inside…
My fingertips skim across the top as I go.
