Not a spattering or a suggestion. Honest, dense, full rain.
I climbed onto my window-sill, opened the window, and revelled in it. I watched it crash down and I watched it flood the gutters. I sat and observed as a few young 20-somethings with short beards and lens-free spectacles stood out in the downpour. They removed their shirts and endured a drenching. Possibly a case of kids being dicks, but really I know I only demean them because I envy them. I want to be caught out in a storm. I want to feel a sense of cold, primal vulnerability - and just endure.
But it's past 1am and I'm a self-conscious introvert, so I'll watch from my perch.
I enjoy the sound, I enjoy the patter sensation, and I enjoy the rhythm. There is a street light outside, below my window. Droplets pelt down on it. They burst on top into a fine mist. Despite further drops thundering down all around, the mist undulates - catching on the air to swirl listlessly, illuminated by the halogen glow.
Then something peculiar. The scent of the tree that sits next to that street light. I'm not sure if it's blossom, sap, or pollen, but it's natural, bright, and reminds me of trips abroad. Of holidays where a week's hot sun is washed away in one stormy hour, and you're hit by an unfamiliar petrichor. I considered discussing transmission of scent, olfactory reactions and the properties of water as a conductor of smells. However, it's nearly 2am now. Suffice it to say, I enjoy the rain.
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I react to rain like that too. I just stop what I'm doing and stare at the rain causing people to run, freak out or go nuts.
ReplyDeleteI like how you describe the rain falling against stuff.
It only rains like that here at night when it's too dark to see. So all I can do is listen.
Hey, how have you been? Not posted something in years :)
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