Music

Have you ever heard the music in the rain? Listen closely the next time it rains where you are. Listen to the distinct sounds. Each drop of rain has its own sound determined by its size, how hard it falls, and where it lands. If you listen you can hear the subtle whispering of the light, thin rain on a lake. Or the heavy, thunderous crescendo of fat, fast drops upon the leaves. Perhaps as you listen your mind will be riven in two as lighting sears across the darkened sky accompanied by thunderous booms as if the clash of a thousand cymbals. Or maybe you will wake up in your bed to the rhythmic tapping of a steady rain on the window. If you listen closely you can hear its beat. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Fall and drop...Plip and plop...Yes there is nothing quite like music made by the rain. Often it does not come with just one song. Sometimes it comes with a multitude of voices. A choir, a symphony, a heavy metal rock concert. Sometimes falls and flows in expected patterns. Familiar melodies from childhood days spent staring through summer windows on drenched play fields and splashing until equally drenched in puddles and gutters. The soft rain followed by the heavy rain diminishing to sprinkling rain. But sometimes it comes in such variety that you never know when the beginning came or when the end passed by. Or if it passed at all. Forever is it starting again and renewing itself in greater fury and tempo than before. And then it stops. Quickly as it began. All that remains is the metronome drips from leaves and ledges. Falling forever in time. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. As echo and tribute to the passing music of the rain.

If you can't guess it yet then I will just tell it to you straight. It rained today. Rain is a great thing. It renews the world and the soul. Never pass a good opportunity to walk in the rain amid a thunder storm. Especially if you have the chance the observe an elephant sheltering under an overpass and orange lightning splitting the night.