Rain pattered on the roof of the house with a soft lullaby, and sloshed in the gutters like a flood. It hit the window panes with harsh noise. After impact, each minuscule droplet of water slid slowly down, some fusing with others and others dividing into multiples of themselves. Outdoors the downpour called into existence puddles and miniature oceans into which an occasional bug crawled and was never seen again alive. On the lake ripples spread as the water was replenished from a long drought.
Plants let out a collective sigh as they tasted their first drink in months, and they mourned their dead, the withered stalks still standing among their flock. Raindrops fell onto leaves, and slid this way and that, until they overweighed their hosts and plummeted to the ground. Caught on a spider web, glistening jewels clearly outlined the elegant and hazardous net. Suddenly, all movement ceased, and a cool silence fell over the scene. Aside from the occasional drop of water off a leaf or gutter, the world remained in that state until morn.