Next time it rains watch the way it falls.
Listen to the pitter patter pitter patter.
Or is it a soft sound?
Are the clouds thick, grey and heavy?
Does the sky rumble and flash like a child hanging onto the light cord in the bathroom: on and off, on and off.
Or is the sky white, like a smear and the rain falling silently onto verdant grass?
Rain is a device in a story for conjuring mood and so never say it rains; say what type of rain is falling.
So next time it rains, watch, listen, smell the dampness, feel it, taste it… and dance.
Today’s post is inspired by rain tapping on the conservatory roof.