The shhh shhh of cars slicing puddles in the streets
The plink tap of dripping drops from roofs and fire escapes
The steady hiss of sidewalks when it falls in gentle sheets
The overwhelming tumult when it pours and rages down
The churning chss of rivers running rapids over stone
The phlot phap of waves that lap at wooden planks of docks
The silence at the bottom of a well that stands alone
Forgotten depths that resonate and echo once found
The ocean deep and wide impossible to take in just a glance
The crash and smash against the bluffs and rock erodes as it rebuffs
So loud and powerful and yet unheard its lunar dance
Water moving everywhere makes music just because
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