The Music Begins

Ever so slowly the music begins
The deep rumbling of the heavens
The whistle of the wind
All sounds are muffled 
As the rain begins its chime
Falling from the sky
It wets my open eye
It splashes on my face
Cools my heated brow
Tell me it's not the Lords 
Tell it to me now
Pour from on high
Screaming with the wind
Run for manmade shelter 
Nature will surely win
Cracking the bones of heaven
My skin feels the chill
Off comes the roof
And the wind continues still
Excited with its prize
It's taken to the skies
Run and hide your children
Your paying for your lies
Waking in the morning 
To hear the dripping rain
I refuse to open my eyes
And see the gripping pain
So sweet sound the puddles
As the drops pluck the waves
To fix the work of nature
It will take many, many days
Nature played a classical song 
The instruments all in tune
And although rumbling to the north
She is sure to be back soon