There is a misty sky above <br />below silence exists <br />but for the rhythmic ker-plop <br />of the water beads <br />hitting the ground <br /> <br />They hang onto <br />bare branches <br />waiting park benches <br />eaves of <br />darkened buildings <br /> <br />Sated, swollen, fat <br />they start their <br />downward journey <br />each with a dream <br />each, if you listen, <br />with its own sound <br /> <br />Ker-plop, ker-plink <br />ker-plunk, ker-splat <br />alternating contact and <br />found objects echoing <br />creating tonal variations <br />where only silence exists <br /> <br />Symphonic instruments <br />supplied by nature's bounty <br />unheard by the sleeping masses <br />the streetlights <br />standing at attention <br />the only witnesses<br /><br />CAROL HUGHES<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-s-bounty-3/
