It Hath Rained

Rain, a musical composition of God. More sacred language-some may not prefer it.

It Hath Rained

Rain, upon the ground,
Is of the Pianist predestined
Staccato,
Staccato,
His plunging fingers play.
But how those notes blend
And compose all the more notorious
Than from Mozart’s hand.
Should you listen very attentive, can you not hear?
As the good song itself does keep to claim
That the splendour is of its Composer.
And the rain is a mere prelude
To the everlasting sonata
Which good men call “Gracious";
And others, "The Overture of Providence".
The symphony may make the peoples of the ground but softer
And the pigment of this audience be stained
Emerald, olive, and forest tree green;
Songs that make the tree stand all the taller.
Listen attentive… can you not hear?
Beethoven, beware! for alas! it hath rained.