Classical Ambient (2020)
The pitter-patter against the glass, each droplet a unique story in its fleeting journey. As I sit here, watching the rain cascade down the window, I’m transported. It’s almost like the universe, telling tales of the skies, is revealing the ebb and flow of emotions we often keep bottled within us.
Each droplet seems to represent a memory, a thought, or even a dream; they cluster, merge, or sometimes race—much like our moments of joy, sorrow, and anticipation. There’s something profoundly soothing in this aquatic dance; it’s a reminder of the world’s simple wonders, the gentle rhythm of nature and the beauty we find in these little moments.
Blakeney-Rose Berry 
2 responses to “Rain”
I can relate to all of that. Maybe the only thing better than a storm is hiking with a storm on the way and knowing that by the time the worst of it has struck you’ll be watching it through a window pane.
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Yes, there is a unique thrill of outpacing a storm, and a quiet contentment about being indoors during the rain.
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