Rain thrums down on hibiscus and plumeria
Pelts the plantation cottage tin roof
Plips and plops on patio stones
Washes out other sounds
As evening's interim role begins
In the play of night and day
Too early for candle light
Too dark to read on the porch
Now a gentle patter defeats
Rhetorical possibility
With its quiet simplicity
Gray clouds disappear
In unshadowed dark