I like it when my world blurs and pitter patters, that crackling sound the rain makes when it hits the hard concrete, splashing its own carcass over the sidewalks and covering them in its bodily fluids.
Pitter patter. With its death my world is transformed into a cooler place. The persistent tropical heat fights a losing battle and sounds its retreat. It is only for now, for today, for the minute. But i enjoy it while it last.
I’m sure it’ll be back tomorrow with a vengeance.