I love rainy days. It’s like the world becomes still, and you can only hear the sound of the rain pattering, echoing on the surfaces it spills onto. All other sounds are thrums in a far off distance, and the sounds you make seem to be amplified. Thus, you pause as if by some natural force of the world, enabling only your thoughts to wander. It is a moment of reflection, a contemplation of the world around you. Your thoughts are amplified; you hear only yourself, as if you’ve entered another world that’s somehow more serene, and clear… Then, the rain departs as swiftly as it came, and you are back to reality with only the beaded tears on the windowpane and the extraordinary, sudden vividness of the world to remind you of the fleeting rain.