That day the rain came down
like diamonds.
Waterfalls crashed,
raining down even more
jewels.
Birds of every color
lifted and soared , screamed
above the untouched
dense and sleepless
carpet
somewhere far below.
It's that tiny high pinging
I remember most,
mixed with the frogs
and who knows how many kinds
of formidable insects,
always cutting through
as the instruments get thicker,
building and cresting,
and we see the lights
and stop for the night.