Day Fifty-One · Listening to the Rain

It rained all day long.

Yesterday was light, tapping gently against the glass, like someone lightly scratching with their fingernails.

This morning it grew heavier, splashing loudly, the rain canopy on the balcony being hit with a loud noise.

By noon it became lighter again, drizzling softly, like telling a very long story.

I listened to it all day.

I remember I used to dislike rain the most.

Going out was troublesome, clothes wouldn't dry.

Whenever it rained, I would feel anxious, always worried about missing something, always wanting to open an app to check.

Today, I don't know what happened, I didn't want to look.

Maybe the sound of the rain was just too beautiful.

When dense, it sounded like thousands of horses and armies galloping; when sparse, it sounded like old friends chatting.

Occasionally, a car would pass by, splashing water, a splash, then everything would fall silent again.

It turns out rain has so many different sounds.

How did I never notice before?

Day Fifty-One, I didn't go anywhere, didn't do anything, just listened to the rain by the window all day.

Didn't check the stock charts, didn't scroll through messages, didn't think about tomorrow.

Just listened, daydreamed, occasionally sipped some hot tea.

The rain is still falling, unhurried and steady.

I'm not in a hurry either.

Hope there's beautiful rain sounds where you are too.

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