Here comes the rain again

It's raining outside again. It's nothing much compared to the downpours that have assaulted the countryside over the last few days, just a gentle patter, filling my room with the pleasant sound of white noise. I closed my eyes and listened to it for a few minutes earlier. It's not a loud noise, but sufficient enough to drown out all those inescapable background sounds you're not really aware of until you stop and focus on them: The faint sounds of traffic in the distance, the hums and creaks that inhabit the crooks and crevices of old buildings, the beating of your heart and the rush of blood through your ears. And my general uncertaintly about the immediate future.

It was a strange sort of quiet - loud but peaceful. And most welcome.