Drops of water
Fall from eaves.
Out of tune
An orchestra warms ups
Occasionally, silence breaks out.
Thunder chased itself in and out
Lightning lit the mid-day sky.
Now, a steady rain
With a different view
More than sound
More than intermittent drops
From the protected, artificial eave.
When I laid down, an afternoon thunderstorm had just started to move into the area. I listened and it sounded quite different from what I saw when I got up. Now, I am up on the fifth floor, or the penthouse, so it might sound quite different at street level.
I wonder what other illusions we have based on position and perspective on life?