By Parson Thru
The hiss of rain.
No, not a hiss. Something else.
Sound of rain falling in the night, against a perfect silence.
Foreground… a dripping from saturated points, unseen; against an aggregation of innumerable droplets, inseparable in the stillness.
A temporary stillness.
Momentary. A beat. Now, a distant train.
Barking dog, somewhere.
A car splashing in the street.
And something scrambling on a fence. A cat?.
Conifer and birch moved by the wind.
Water, something in the background. Indistinct.
The living soil.