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13.12.98 Rainfall It is a music i cannot notate; melody sprinkling down, accentuated by the occasional birdsong embellishment. It crescendoes slightly, echoed by the dark grey rumble of timpani-like thunder - yet retains its grace as it falls through the trees, dripping softly from leaf to leaf in a glittery trickle of sound and sight. The plants outside my window - a tangled mass of greenery so thick and closed up as to hide a million secrets - are beaded with the jewels of this music, sparkling even in the dullness of day. |