Drops of water
No rhythm
Fall from eaves.
Seemingly,
Out of tune
An orchestra warms ups
Occasionally, silence breaks out.
The aftermath
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?
Teacher as Transformer 