I love watching and listening to raindrops fall on the car windscreen. It’s always amazed me how each drop would hurl itself so violently against the surface with the sound of a mini explosion…but end up in a round and perfectly tranquil little bejewelled ball. And then in another instant it’d be gone, swept into nothing by the mighty windscreen wiper. As a child I used to fix my eyes on the constellation of raindrops dotting the windows before me, shifting my focus from one drop to the next, trying the guess which drops would combine into little rivulets next. Rain-Ax and I had a love-hate relationship. I loved how round and perfect it’d make the raindrops, but I hated how they no longer merged into one another. 

Isn’t heavy rain the most beautiful thing?