Hołd dla Chopina

In the early evening I sat by my bedroom window as a late summer storm gathered above.  A cool breeze rolled in through the window, and so I closed my eyes and listened quietly to what was said in silence.  Like white noise it began quietly’ but the more intently I listened, each drop of rain held its own voice.  Then gradually together, they clattered more deafeningly and harmoniously like the sound of a cavalry charge coming closer .  Louder and louder it grew, until the thunder joined in crying out from the heavens, like a clash of titans ringing from above.  Lightning flashed and crackled in the distance like their sabers in battle colliding.  What calamity did befall the earth as they dueled from above.  Yet patiently I waited down below for one of them to strike the final blow, casting their mortal foe into oblivion.  When this strife had at last subsided, and the final blow was struck, all that remained was tears from above as they lamented up there in the heavens.  Then one by one they went away, departing from this place.