Jesus it’s loud.
Oh now it stopped raining, suddenly. So impetuous. Now it swells. It washes over the dark streets and distant rumbling now, as if from under the streets down the canal. The wind, you can hear the rain splitting in plains, showering down in spiraling patterns - I always wonder what are those knacking sounds - great raindrops splitting open on metal - or small branches breaking off which is how it sounds.
now a rumbling and it suddenly goes quiet again. Just now there was such space, such nature - now all that’s left is city - wet tarmac which will smell nice later on, when I am asleep.
Ha, there is the rumbling again. A promise that it’s not over yet. The Gods may keep me company beyond this post. Maybe.