Today was one of the few rainy days in Southern California, and it sure was strange. The day started with a constant drizzle, not enough to soak your clothes, but quite enough to make shoes squeak on the tiled floor of the classrooms. The downfall of water was refreshing on my skin as I looked up and pondered the possibilities of a strong downpour.
The rain continued like this until about 12:00. At this time, I was in science listening to the teacher talk about suspensions and colloids. There was a boom and everyone shook with a start. It felt like the sky ripped in half with earthquakes shaking the floor. The teacher stood in awe of the power in that boom of thunder. The classroom burst into chatter about the thunder. After the class calmed down, the teacher stared teaching. After a minute, the sky cried from the shock of the lightning, and let loose millions of its hard earned tears. They hit the ground, splashing everywhere without a care for anything but reaching the ground. The sound was like what would happen if the whole class started clicking their pens, only more thunderous. The people of my class watched in awe, then realized that they needed to bring their backpacks in. With permission from the teacher, waves of people from my class swarmed to save their backpacks from the wetting assault of rain. Another few minutes after we brought our backpacks in, the rain stopped. The clouds have recovered from the shock of lightning, all was well in the sky again.
The day went on, with intervals of sudden, violent downpours and sunny skies. When the day ended and i finally reached home, the sky was sunny. I finished my homework, and went downstairs to eat. It was still sunny. A few minutes after we started eating, a flash from outside lit up our dinner table, and then came the thunderous boom. The cloud's life was yet again disturbed. I thought the downpour was going to last thirty minutes at the most, but it lasted through dinner, and even more. Our meal was disrupted by flashes and booms. I finished my dinner, and went upstairs to carefully study the rain. I looked outside, and saw our drainpipes over flooding, pouring excess water onto our roof and down into the sewers. The droplets moved at an angle, because of the minor wind outside. When a droplet hit the roof, it created a miniature splash, a dot to the human eye. Together, it seemed as though our roof was decorated by a constantly changing polka dot pattern.
The sound of the rain is a natural phenomenon. Each impact to the ground creates a tapping sound, muffled by the walls of my house. Each drop that hits the roof sends out a louder sound, with the occasional big droplet of water that creates a click. As a harmony, it creates music without tone, like the biggest orchestra in the world consisted only of percussion.
Listening, watching the rain is true bliss. There is so much to see, so much to hear. It is an induplicable experience.