droplets descended, lightly.
a momentary pause, and then,
as if a signal had been given,
it went forth, boldly,
to make its mark.
It touched the earth: a crater in the soil.
A rising crescendo, in pace and in sound-
Growing in strength, its rhythm a steady pace.
Inside, the air was damp with warmth, almost suffocating.
A quiet stillness mute to the erratic heartbeat outside.