Rain.
Rain.
And lots of it.
It came down, down from the skies, sometimes harder than other times,
sometimes softer, but always coming, flooding the trees and the grass
and the ground.
Gray.
Everywhere.
The sky, the trees, the road, everything, everywhere, forever into
the distance.
Water.
It gushed out of downspouts, rushing down driveways into ditches,
roaring into streams, and cascading finally into the gray sea.
It had been raining for 3 days, ceaselessly pattering down onto the
world. Now, as the rivers become roaring oceans of foam, the clouds
have let up a bit. Slowly, slowly, the torrents of rain are reduced
to a drizzle and then finally stops.
For a fleeting, magical moment, silence reigned over the world, and
then, as slowly as the rain had ceased its relentless pattering, the
sounds of the world began. A single bird call, a car's engine, and
one by one, the familiar sounds took over once again.
The sun came out, and slowly dried the soaked ground, and the rivers
returned to their normal banks, until nothing was left as a reminder
of the endless days of downpour.