Raindrops are falling on my head

Last night I fell asleep listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on my rooftop. Wishing there was some way I could listen more intently to their every beat and note. Wonderfully aware of the symphony being orchestrated a few feet above me, now loud and furious, now soft and scintillating. Thousands of miniature drums all beating at their own rhythm, all playing as one. I wonder if a particular set of musical ears has ever played with electronic raindrops.