Music of D Skies - 5

Earth hs let ot a breath, nd d air is sweet vd d smell of d vry 1st rain.Dre is a lull.A pause between movemnts.Lightning carves a baton across d sky,thundr booms nd d rain plays a tentative riff on d palm.A gust ov wind nd it all tkes off agn nd ds tym ,dres no hesitation ,no pause ,d tatto on d roof is a single sound ,nd itz accompained by d violent gush of water frm d terrace drain pipes.Lightning silhouettes d players in mid-note nd d thundr goes in2 long crescendo dt sends d pomeranian 2 doors dwn in hysterix .D rain is now OnEnOnStOpNeVeReNdInGcElEbRaTiOn.
* As I ryte ds ..Damnit! I'm nt rytng ds nymre..Frgt d neighbours nd wht dy'll think.I'm nt too old fr a Rain Dance!!*