The relaxing song of rain drops ascending from above, to clean and refresh our dirty little world.

A serenade of sorts, drowning out the harsh, rough mechanical clanking clatter and unmelodious horns.

Encompassing our environment, washing the streets. The gentle splashing created by rubber tires rolling across the drenched pavement, a sound reminiscent of the tide splashing upon the shore.

Every surface is glistening and shining street lights illuminating glow, reflected in the mirrored pools another world looks back at our own.

Delicate pitter patters chiming in, performing the most spectacular orchestra with no rehearsal and no tickets required.

Nature possessing the most awesome beauty imaginable, while some claim to loathe the rain still.