It’s raining.
It’s funny how rain sounds. There’s a randomness to it. But
in a narrow frequency. There’s the constant drone of raindrops on the trees in
the background. And the gurgle and trickle of water finding its own way to go.
And the overall pattern of it. The finger painting smear of it as random pieces
of water crash into earth. Tracks in the air as water in the form of rain
transits through. One splash at a time. Imagine the rain had color. And
dimension. That it could slosh across the landscape canvas and leave a
masterpiece in its wake. But instead, the beauty of nature is here and now and
gone forever, in an instant.
It’s raining.
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