Have you heard it?
Or better yet felt it.
Like raindrops on a tin roof.
Slowly growing, slowly beating,
our mind goes retreating.

As riders on the storm,
we hear echos all alone,
we feel rivers moving tall,
as our mind takes a fall.

We hear silence then a small ringing in our ears.
As the sun comes up in May,
we hear it, and we’ll feel it soon.