Drifting in The Drizzle

Patter goes the drainpipes
Tapping with the damp
On my tin roof

The sky drummer
Jazzes a solo
To an audience
Of frogs

Hwoueoeo goes the wind
Humming with the wet
Against my wall

The voiceless vocalist
Half-mimes a melody
To an audience
Of dogs

Swishhhhh rattles the traffic
Sweeping with the water
Down the roads

The backup singers
Dribble rhythms
To an audience
Of rats

Whoopoopoop flap the bats
Cupping the air
Between the trees

The audience
Claps applause
To a choir
Of cats

Tap Whhh Swish

Hoot Meow Whoop

Thump Hiss Kh-khm

I try to take it in
With a gulping yawn
Over my dribbling chin

And swallow it all up
Drawing curtains
Lights out

The theatre is closed