March brings the rain. It starts off light, covering every branch, blade of grass and spider web with a fine mist. The droplets start to form, and patter against the side walks. They fatten and settle into a steady drumming. Puddles form, the ground softens.
The drumbeat picks up and a stream begins to run down the street. A wind picks up and changes the meter to double time, lashing the trees, driving a river down the pavement. The mud traps my feet, and water stings my face while roaring in my ears.
All I can do is clench my eyes shut and clamp my hands over my ears to shut out the madness until the world is silent again.
rain’s cacophony
deafening, unrelenting
drowning out the world
Everyday Strange 
Sounds just like rain!
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You build the tempo effectively – creating the tension of March madness.
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Really effective piece. I can just hear that rain!
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I can imagine constant rain would drive me crazy.
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It makes us crazy here, but of course we miss it when everything dries out in the summer.
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especially on a tin roof – the cacophony indeed!
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Yes, it would be deafening!
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This is so well done. I can feel the tension of the rain about to start, and then the insistent drumbeat that gets louder and steadier.
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You’re welcome!
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Oh, I loved this one!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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