Tap, Tap, Tap

Tap, tap, tap
Small taps on the roof.
Tears of heaven dripping
The ground opens to take in 
The cool drops of moisture.
Green grass brightens,
Grey pavement darkens.
The sky turns brown-grey.
Taps become hammering
The wind moves the torrent
In pulsing waves.
Trees bend to its onslaught
Threatening to snap.
Heaven's rivers pour out.
Then sunlight pokes through
And a fractured spectrum paints the sky.
The onslaught slows
Small taps on the roof.
Tap, tap. tap.

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