LadyEmperial

               Hear the rain falling rythmically upon the rooftop.       Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop, drumming it's own harmony.     Listen as the pitter patters changes with each romantic drop. It's like having its own percussion section in a symphonic orchestra.  Listen carefully to each tiny drop as it washes away the sadness. The unending musical prelude to an almost naturalistic concert of hope. "Listen to the rhythm of the fallen rain"; No words truer spoken or sung.