The rain is tap-tapping on the roof of my camper

It's been raining for four days now. I've only really noticed it at night when the rhythm lulls me to restful slumber. I listen to the drops dancing to the music of the night. ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta The wet percussionists drown out the harsh sounds of the highway close by. I can almost hear paradiddles, the larger drops providing the accents.
The beat is calling to me, beckoning me to come outside and join in the song. ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta
Alas, I must not follow my whim this night. The family waits for me to turn out the light so they may go to sleep.

I will content myself with dancing in my dreams as the steady beat of the rain keeps time.