Tuesday, 3 October 2017

rain on reunification day

Rain outside, falling on leaves, the sound of the impact modified by the glass in the closed window to a hissing, a rattle, a splatter. The window is closed to keep out the coldness of the fresh air, an exchange, warmth for air used at least once, that has leached the dampness and the dust out of the room, to air that is fresh and clean, invigorating.

The window is open, the cold creeps down the neck, under the armpits. The lungs exhale the last of the nights dirt and dreams.

The sound of the rain falling onto the leaves retains it's  deep components, the thud of a drop falling from the sky and hitting a yellowing leaf belonging those hop plants in the yard, the rumble of the water running down the drain. A white noise presenting a full spectrum through an unglazed opening in the wall, the wet outside barred entry by the force of gravity pulling it to the ground.
Sit, enjoy the unrestrained sound, a cup of coffee on the table.

And it is not that cold at all, the high hiss of the tinnitus with it's constant background noise as the pace of the rain outside changes, first reducing and then increasing.

Now there is the dripping sound, now there is the rumble of thunder in the background.
Holiday rain, rain on reunification day.

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