The rain pounds down, all warnings claimed.
I am enamored. It's been so rare that I can only sit and stare at how it meets the ground, deck, and leaves.
It is all the entertainment I need and all that was to be done rests with me, transfixed in the movement of liquid and the sound it makes as it meets a surface unknown until now, and liquid meets solid over and over again. It seems we will have days of this entertainment, a moving screen, until we enter out, and then, we, too, meet rain.