Essai #9 - When the Rain comes
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-- I could fall in love with almost every type of weather on Earth, except wind—I hate it. But above all, it is the rain that captures my heart. There’s always a sense of mystery to it, and I find myself wanting nothing more than to stay in bed, listening to the soft sound of raindrops falling to the ground or trying to make a cold ambient song.
In my view, the art of rain takes place in three forms:
The sky paints countless shades, from soft greys to stormy, dark clouds, ever-shifting as nature desires, sometimes followed by bursts of color, known as rainbows.
Random patterns of unpredictable raindrops, following the wind’s whims, differing in size and length, allowing for different sound dynamics to be heard.
The scent after the rain, called petrichor, is created when rain touches the earth—whether it’s the fragrance of wet grass or the mingling of life beneath it, as microorganisms begin to bloom in the freshness.
All of these aspects awaken my intuition in a way that words can hardly capture. The world slows down, inviting me to pause, to chill in the rhythm of the rain, trying to hear what lies between the drops. Its endless transformations remind me that beauty can be found in the most unexpected things, and that peace and creativity can be found in the simplest of moments.
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