The sound

I love the way the sound of rain hits. Slow at first, like the beginning of a marathon race, but then it catches itself. The feet of a thousand stomping away at the dust on the Earth. And then it backs off again, letting the fastest fall the hardest. The rest fall lightly. A win may blow, Pushing the delicate drops down to the ground harder. But its all a part of the race. Thus creating the sound of rain.