right now i’m watching it rain. i see flashes of lightning and count in seconds for the subsequent thunder. it’s starting to come down more sideways now, and it’s coating my west bedroom window. sometimes the drops come down like a steady shower, and sometimes they come down in chunks, as if someone in the sky is throwing out buckets of water. one giant cloud covers the city, but i think if you gathered this cloud to cover the area of bryant park, it would make a pretty massive, magnificent waterfall.

i love the sound rain makes when it falls on surfaces. any surface, really. the muted thud on concrete, the slap on tree leaves, the “pings” on a tin roof. the plops into water or other more compressive substances. they call this sound white noise, like static, like ocean waves meeting the shore. i hate to call it noise, though. noise scatters my thoughts; it agitates me. noise raises my heart rate and my blood pressure. but this? the rain? it’s peaceful and calming and meditative; it seems to block out other frequencies trying to breach my mind. it helps me focus; it helps me breathe.

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