Those fortunate enough to find themselves near a lake or pond or even a standing pool when this happens are given an incredible gift. Looking out over the mirror-slick waters, such moments can seem to last forever, and it is only as the first heavy drops fall, stirring the surface with echoing rings that the clock begins to move forward again. The raindrops are few and isolated at first, and in your imaginings, you can pick out the sound of each. Before long, they begin to fall faster and faster until there is nothing but a constant hush of sound, nothing but a constant ferment of the water as rings seek each other out and join and interlock and free themselves again. Slowly the awareness grows that you are a part of this, and that it’s probably best to get in out of the rain.
It is the way of things, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.