Listening

I hear the birds singing
The thunder rolling in
The children screaming
When,just a moment before
They were giggling up a storm
And having fun.

As the thunder rolls in
It begins to rain
The droplets are like notes on a piano
But softer and sadder

As it begins to get worse
The birds quit singing
Now all happiness outside
Is completly drained
Like a storm drain
Draining into a river

One sits there and wonders
"Why is rain so sad"
But what you don't get is...
It's only sad...
Because we make it that way