Rainy day redux

A storm
magnifies sound,
as lines of livid, liquid
mallets pound down
metallic gutter spouts,
striking off clear
cannonball cascades
that bombard under-eve
bouquets harder than
hummingbirds or bees
at any bloom-side banquet,
groundswells
steadily
gathering
ricochets
of unladen
water balloon bullets, 
triggering
an ear-snapping
rubber band recoil  
into Spring’s flocking 
swan song cacophonies, 
summer sun caught
behind a cloudy corner,
stuck sobbing
in gray shades
of handkerchief
gloomy grief,
rain wearing
out its
welcome mat
on wet
puddle
jumping
feet.