Raindrops

Raindrops, what comes to mind when that word goes through your thoughts? Raindrops.

when I think about that word it reminds me of when I was little, lying in bed hearing the sound of drums on my window. Falling asleep to the constant drum roll
     Wait! I hear something else. It sounds like another drum. Yes! It is the bass drum.  It continues on one after another as thunder claps shaking the entire house. Next thing I know there is an entire orchestra playing outside my window. I can hear the beads as the dog runs through the puddle, and symbols as lightning jumps off my window. THe beautiful violins when water trickles down the vinyl siding of the house.
    Oh what a joyful sound to doze in and out of. What excitement I felt when I heard the first trumpet join in as the wolf howled off in the distance.
    So many instruments, and I get to hear them all tucked into my own little bed. I was almost asleep when I heard the last loud crash of a symbol.
    Everything slowly quieted again and I fell asleep listening to the raindrops from my bed.
   Raindrops, please tell me what goes through your thoughts when you hear the word, Raindrops.