I roll over onto my back and lazily look up at the roof of the shelter. No longer clear, I can hear the tapotement of raindrops start to fall. Staccato and merging in the wind's breath to a regular drum, a white noise with little rhythm. The wind inhales. The pulsating stops. Finger tips start to lightly touch again, soothing, delicate. Gradually and now with haste, the energy, the pace, the pressure increases. A rivulet streams, a gathering, rejoicing the union once again with the ground, to continue it's cyclical journey, never ending.
Each drop on the shelter with it's own shape and form, some tiny and delicate, some bulbous and meaningful. Static for a while until it's their moment. The wind moves, the earth breathes, the ground embraces, intake of breath, the drumming increases and then wanes. Tapotement.
It's time to get up.


How the hell can you make rain sound so lovely, but you just did :-) Its raining outside here now, and its not lovely lol :-)
ReplyDeleteYou have just proved that there is beauty to be found in all things. Superbly evocative narrative.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tony :) I've had a lot of lovely comments from my Twitter friends :)
ReplyDeleteTapotement... oh, very good Helen J Fisher. The first time I have ever seen that word used on a blog. And a nice, tight piece of observational writing wrapped around it, too. Nicely done! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Mark, I'm blushing here! Not sure if that's because of the praise or my using the word :)
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't bloomin' lovely in the central reservation of the M62 - it was raining sideways at us!
ReplyDeleteGoodness. It's writers like you who write romance novels... Then the men can never live up to it. Just as the rain seemed romantic to the reader, but disappointing to anyone driving in it. Thanks for the great read though!
ReplyDeleteDriving in it? I should be so lucky! I was on foot (dealing with a crash!) :(
ReplyDeleteThanks Jake! Erm... I think ;)
ReplyDeleteNice writing Helen.
ReplyDeleteLovely writing Helen. I could do with a bit of tapotement on my aching back today. Ha
ReplyDeleteNot a word i have ever come across before, so thanks.
Thank you Pat! I think you had some effect on me when I was a kid you know - someone who actually was a writer!
ReplyDeleteThanks Alan!
ReplyDeleteI did a Swedish Massage course many moons ago and it just occurred to me as I was laying there!
Is there any question as to why I keep coming back? Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate the style of your writing.You are doing a fine job.Keep it up.
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This is like poetry. Loved it.
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