Raindrops etcetera

The pitter patter of rain drops,
Just never seems to stop.
I peep out of my window,
Nature in limbo.
Menacing forms do appear,
Trepidation and fear..,
Themselves do manifest,
Surely this is a divine test of my resolve,
Or is this the way that nature does absolve,
Man of his sin?
I can still hear the din..outside.
From my window I turn away,
To repeat this episode another day.
And watch the gods at play,
In the azure above.
As always it was,
And shall be.