Wet Noise

White noise
     or rather, wet noise
the rustle of raindrops
     splashing upon
          parking lots
     roof tops
           maple leaves
   and Buicks. 

Each splash a unique timbre. 

I walk endomed in canvas,
     a persistent rap-tap-tap
         over my head. 

I look up and see
     effervescent droplets
     tap dancing
          nature's staccato rhythm
above me. 

They joyously entreat me
     to leave my safe space
          and join in the rain dance.