Pitter-Patter. The soft sound of rain is rare in sunny California; it transforms streets into iridescent mirrors, and the sky into sleepy whirls. I find the idea of rain absolutely compelling and magnificent – yet why do I seem to loathe actual rainy days?
Perhaps it’s the way hard rain sounds like angry footsteps. Perhaps its the way rain turns the sky too grey. Perhaps it is because it looks as if the universe is crying.
Watching the rain always leaves my heart feeling a tad bit empty.