Rain
Rain in the city is either sad, soft and persistent or torrential and inconvenient, but always inconsequential, for instead of being an event, the rain falling on the buildings always becomes part of the city itself, not stopping anything, not changing much... Rain in the forest is special, magical, intense, the infinite possibilities of its wet touch drench the trees, the soil, the soul, melting slowly and sensually upon all with an immense confused sound, not unlike that of a tuning symphony... Sign in to see full entry.