I hear the rains accelerate
   From the lightest sprinkle.
 Soon the streets are aflood; mere sound 
   Makes my fingers wrinkle.

The rain continues to ratchet
   Up: faster & faster.
 'Til it's maxed out at a speed that
   Spells certain disaster.

How can it keep up this dire pace?
   What sponge this cloud must be
 To hold on high, up in the sky,
   The contents of a Sea.

But, in time, the downshift begins
  Towards just drips & drops.
 No matter how boisterous the band,
   The song, it always stops.