Singing

[rejectomorph]

As the night passed, I noted a change in the sound of the rain. Near the south end of the house, there was a splashing that grew steadily louder even though the rainfall remained constant. I could hear it clearly even though my window was barely open. I went out to look, and found that the water cascading from the roof of the neighboring house had eroded enough earth to create a new small pond below their eaves. The clatter it makes is really quite remarkable. Now, each downpour makes it sound as though I lived next to a waterfall. Come to think of it, I guess I do now live next to a waterfall. Ah, how musical it is!