Rumbling, rattling sound, My sleep takes its leave, Vessels are arranged to receive the guest, Bop, bop, bop, Each drop fell, Until the vessels were three-quarters full, I sat with legs folded in a corner, Wished I had the power to control the elements of nature, The drops receded until there were just tiny drops, I heaved a sigh and thanked God, Suddenly there was a whoosh, The rain came tumbling again, I ran to empty the vessels, Another collection, An open house.