I love hearing the raining sounds, not ” a sound ” but ” sounds “. It combines a variety of functionally delicately authentic movements, which then appear to your ears and eyes as solely raindrops. Personally, when it comes to rain, I could hear the yearning and scream of my imagination flip-flopping, causing me to stroll back and forth restlessly, like a Buckingham Palace’s Guard on his first date with Princess Kate. And then, when minds have rested and souls have gathered, all the things silent and the real me heads back to my desk in which all the books are piecemeal collected and packages are packed. All the trivially important matters are no longer perceived: I am ready for a bigger journey-the journey to the west side of the dreamy land.
“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.” – Mark Haddon,