rain

my thoughts: i sit in my bed, my hair damp from my shower, coffee in hand, blankets at my feet, listening to the sound of rain against the roof of my apartment. as i listen more closely, i am able to distinguish several rhythms of rain as it falls from the sky. it’s funny, the drops all fall at the same pace, yet they all make different noises depending on what surface they hit. when the drops hit the roof over my head, the drops make slow, dull thuds, but when i listen to the drops hit the roof over the adjacent apartment through my open window, the impact of the drops sounds like popcorn in the microwave. i can faintly hear the steady trickle of water from the gutters to the cement below and the rhythmic drip-drip-drip of the pipes emptying on the sidewalk. it’s like i’m listening to a symphony; so many sounds compiled together to make something beautiful.

question: what do you hear when you stop and listen to the rain?

why i chose this photo: i took this photo a few years ago from the backseat of my dad's car as we drove home from the store. it was really rainy, and the sky looked gray and green. this image sums up today, just wet and dreary.

inspiration: "behind every storm is a rainbow waiting to happen."