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.
In tune.
In rhythm.
Inside and out.
The pianist plays as the rains come down.
Thunder. Now birdsong. Raindrops galore.
Both musician and nature need to give more.
(Words: April 2012. Picture April 2020)
The Mansionic Perspective 
Well, I played today and no rain came down. 😦
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Ah… sorry about that, Sylvia. But then, maybe that says a lot about your playing! 🤔 In a good way, obviously! 😄
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Ill try again today. 😃
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Don’t blame you! 🙂
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I’m addicted. 😅
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Sometimes, I wish I was musical. Enjoy! 🙂
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That’s what hubby said, so now I’m teaching him how to play. He’s doing really well. 🙂
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Fab! There’s an app on Google called Chrome Music Lab (or something) that I have an occasional go at creating a musical masterpiece. It never goes to plan. But good for you and Hub – creating anything is always good.
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Nice poem Tom! 🙂 ❤
Just had some thunder and lightning here as well as a bit of a blustery wind, but not much! 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be my friend! 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
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Thanks, Prenin. Yes it thundered here just the once… just before really heavy rain!
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It must have done the trick, overnight rain again! The best kind 🙂
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Nice days and wet nights… perfect.
Thanks Chris.
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