The Wet Lyre

Acoustics naturally set, the breeze drones on. The wind gathers the clouds upon To check the thunder's pitch in tune. The performance to be applauded high in tone. Wind hissing to winnowing to blowing The concert starts storming and thundering With lightening effects the open auditorium darkening To get drenched in heavenly drizzling. The wind flags on and on and The hydraulic drops get stringed To pour into thick strands from up. The wet lyre is fully tuned up To sing and dance, God as the conductor, Synchronising with wind, thunder And blazed lightning, stamina in full swing. Though wet with variable pitch ongoing Bliss the rainy lyre is so poetical The finale makes the audience silent a while But cheers is 'Come again another day'.