As the pianist played, the rain fell.
As the rain fell, the thunder sang.
As the thunder sang, the lightning danced.
As the lightning danced, the pianist played.
Thunder and music.
Lightning and rain.
Harmonious. Togetherness. Nature and sound.
Dancing. And playing. Music abounds.
Inside and out.
The pianist plays as the rains come down.
Thunder. Now birdsong. Raindrops galore.
Both nature and musician need to give more.
Sunlight breaks through the gaps in the cloud.
If bright light was sound, this is very loud.
Competing with birdsong
And the pianists’ keys
And the patter of raindrops
And the rustle of leaves
The pianist continues.
More thunder claps.
More sunshine through the clouds’ many gaps.
The birdsong and chatter continue with glee.
The thunder rumbles on, although distantly.
The raindrops still fall, but now gentle and light.
And the pianist still plays, to his delight.
A rainbow appears to join in the dance
As if by magic
As if by chance.
Each by itself. All as one.
On and on.
Into the future. The days ahead.
The pianist will play to the tune in his head.
To raindrops and thunder.
To daytime and night.
As nature calls, the pianist will play.
Their dance, their togetherness, will be on display.
The dance will continue.
Through sunshine and rain.
Not always different.
Not always the same.
The pianist will play as the rains come to call
Through thunder and lightning.
In fact, through it all.
Another quick cheeky repost for today, but it fits in nicely with September’s theme I had to post it again – a medley of thoughts, nay, a medley of sorts! It all passes the time!