The sound of water

My plan to take an afternoon walk was now nonexistent, I thought, as the deluge of rain covered my neighborhood streets in puddles that looked like lakes. The dark clouds covered the sky, turning the once bright and pleasant day into a gloomy one. Bored and disappointed, I stared through the window of my hallway, watching the raindrops fall onto the pavement outside my house. Despite the harshness of the storm, I listened closely to the rhythm of the falling rain. It was calming and gentle, like the sound of a piano. Each drop of water flawlessly accompanied the one before, turning the downpour into a musical masterpiece. It felt like I had front-row seats to an orchestra, but rather than violins, flutes, and pianos, the ensemble only consisted of the rain. And suddenly, I didn’t mind that it was raining anymore.   

Nine years ago, I never would have imagined that listening to the rain would be a hobby of mine. But as the storms in California cover the roads and plants, I find myself concentrating on how the showers form a song, each different, and more beautiful than the last.