Saturday, September 28, 2013

Saturday Night

I am too busy to listening to the rain drops drop to write anything.  Save this:  Good writers will use rainfall to describe other sounds.  Great writers can describe the rainfall itself.  But I am not a great writer.  Sorry.  I can only say that it is a strong, steady rain, but not a fierce one, the kind that harbingers broken limbs, a blackout, or a tornado.  It is coming straight down, not at a slant.  There is little wind driving it.  To compare the sound to a distant roar of an ocean is, perhaps, understandable but a bit trite. It's not a sizzle in the frying pan.  That's an alarm. What this rain sounds like to me is a billion kisses falling to the ground.

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