The house is completely silent but for the rain pounding down on the roof over my head. I can hear the incessant drumming of each drop mixed in with the big splats of the larger drops as they fall to the ground from overfull gutters. Working together they make a beat reminiscent of something you'd hear in a beatnick bar back in the 60's. At least that what it seems like to me. For a moment in time I can close my eyes and block out the grey skies and wet leaves and just hear the beat and absorb it. I love these moments because they are so extraordinarily rare. All the house is quiet enough that I can hear the rain and the drops. It's a moment in time for me.
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