such raucous clamor
as rainbeads hammer
upon tile roofs
and predawn alleys
their voices sound like laughter
merged into the one hereafter
they loose the own identity
become part of puddlicity
i hear some raindrops scream
as they try to defy the stream
as if a scream can make them rise
plummeting to their demise
other skydivers squeal with glee
as they approach the liquid scree
embrace their imminent merger
does the squeal impel the surger
brainbeads become knotty
as rainbeads get spotty
the errant torrent quells
as clouds recharge their spells
yet still the clamor continues
and soon another storm ensues
as puddles swirl underfoot
accumulated brainbeads stay put