A Church During a Rainy Day

I sit in the grand church all alone minus the nuns.
Their sweet, high voices echo against the walls.
I can almost hear the voices bouncing.
As the harmony continues,
Rain clatters against the rooftop of the church.
It sounds like horses galloping in the field.
Thunder roars.
The nuns' voices shake a little but continue.
It doesn't take long for the three sounds to become one.
The hum is strong, shaking the church.
I fall asleep as the
Echoing,
Galloping,
And roaring continues.