Pitter-Patter

Musical barometers

Forecasting heavy rain

Make a hail of drenching noises

In the hills around the plain

Thunder claps applauding

At the state of all around

As tunes get glued together

Leaving no discerning sound

Parceled up the clamorous
In confusing clatter dreams
What once was heard is now absurd
Resounding symphonies of screams