Don't Drink Bees

Today
Will be
Partly cloudy
With a 20% chance of water music

A gentle preamble
Of seemingly random droplets
A prelude
Expertly orchestrated
By the cloud conductor

The random drops connect
To form a steady rhythm

A melody flows from the percussion group

The splatter of the leaf players
The tap of the pavement
The whisper of the grass section
The trickle of the windows
The rush of the gutters
The drip of the roof
The splash of the puddles

Combine

In a buoyant wave
That lifts the audience
And carries them through
The aisles of the amphitheatre

A pause from the rushing
A sweet umbrella solo
A pitter patter
Which surrounds the spectators
Holds them on the wave's crest

She finishes
And they ride again
On the full orchestra

They climb toward the ceiling

The music flows
It roars
It explodes
With thunder

The wave crashes down
Returning the spectators to their seats

Refreshed

Applause