Incandescent Rain

This is something I wrote one day just by listening to rain. I listened to the falling raindrops, the rumble of thunder, a siren by a train in the distant city, and the rain drops pelting the ground making the sound that only raindrops can make and I listened to the stentorian bellow of thunder again and now the voice of the rain became louder and the sky exploded and the rain on the roof and the wind pummeled the window and the clarion call of a train appeared more distant but there is a flash of light and sound and the rain seems to be falling in a slanting direction, falling on leaves, the vegetation outside or falling on other raindrops or the ground but the rain falling on the roof makes the loudest sound through the gap in the curtain I am able to see the red light in the back of a car, a school bus revving up the engine, and how come I did not notice that large water drops sound different from small water drops of rain. The loquacious thunder blasts again from the distance at first, and then directly above my head. The rain was in an incandescent state. The electric storm reverberating through the silence caused by the momentary stopping of the rain made me realize that the sound of the thunder is deep and it disturbs the lull. And there is more tranquility with the rain starting again but falling more quietly. The rumble of the iridescent squall is like a whirl in the background and the rain is louder now, but steadily falling and I notice no change in the amount of rainfall; it is a consistently strong drizzle but an undulation is caused by the increase in intensity and the decrease in intensity as when birds fly high and birds fly low but just keep flying. And the thunder burst through the trees, sky and rain starting as a loud murmur but surging to a fortissimo and the rain persisted and the thunder continued too and the sound of the rain and the thunder make an orchestra if you really listen to it. And the rain falls again and thunder crashes through the atmosphere; the rain is washing the leaves, the trees, drenching the soil making it more amenable to cultivation and it is continuing in a consistent, incessant pattern and another vociferous peal of thunder of high decibels pound on the eardrums and through the rain and the curtain I see lightning. A beam of light that appears and disappears and the rain repeats its chorus of falling and it becomes a symphony orchestra of rain. It is the sound of many instruments that the rain makes. Now it drips low like the finishing notes of a song that melts into the air, becoming indistinct and the air and the sound fuses to give us a soft peace.