I grab this opportunity to meditate while it rains
It rains cats and dogs here. I’m in the living room. Pitter patter, pitter patter … it sounds like drum beats. Almost the entire ground floor has a surrounding extended roof, made of polycarbonate, a type of plastic. It was cheap when the former owners installed this. Cheap does not mean noise friendly. I’ll remember this if I have to install roof extensions.
I’ve shut all windows and doors on the ground level. It is a vain effort to insulate against the noise of the thousands of drum beats. I still hear the rain. I also hear my next door neighbors of this semi-detached house. They talk non-stop, facilitating the flow of audio to stimulate the idea of schizophrenia.
Occasionally, the drum beats are punctuated by clashes when vehicles drive past puddles of rainwater.
Water is not lost. It washes. It nourishes.