Uncommon Rain

uncommon rain

I live in a rainy place.

Damp. Wet. Soggy.

Nestled in an isolated cove, my ocean-side village is one of the wettest places on the planet.

Rain, always rain.

Quite the weather we are having!

Looks like rain! (It always looks like rain.)

Is that a patch of blue sky- oh, no. Just a dark cloud.

Shrouded in mist, the eaves drip constantly.

We wake to the pitter-patter of falling water.

We drift off to the waves crashing, splashing against the shore.

Wet, always wet.

On rare nights, we wake when the rain stops.

So loud in our ears, so foreign and strange, we cannot dream through it.

The silence envelopes the village.

Even the waves cease their endless lapping.

It starts softly, a gentle tapping at the windows.

The tinkling of tiny bells, crystalline chiming on the roof.

Then the panes begin to rattle and shake.

Soon we hear glass shattering, thrashing bells, a cacophony of violent sound.

Dark, only in the dark.

No one sleeps a wink on those nights.

We don’t look out the window.

We don’t leave our beds, or even open our eyes.

We lie awake, eyes squeezed tightly shut and try to drown out the clamor with silent prayers.

It lasts until first light.

One would expect a mess, after such a night.

Piles of broken glass, shards of metal and wood, anything that could have cause such a discordant commotion.

It is all clear, though. So clear.

We step outside to clear stoops, clear roofs, and a clear sky.

We bask in the blue of it, in the sunlight.

We don’t make a sound, we don’t move.

Then the fog starts to roll in.

Drip, drip, drop.

Rain begins to fall again.

We pull up our hoods, zip our coats and get on with the day.

No one speaks of it, the Uncommon Rain.

It’s best not to draw attention.

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