pitter-patter

I can hear the splatter of rain behind me through the open door. The passage way just behind me channels the sound so clearly, so that I can hear just about the exact moment when the rain started to pour more heavily than it did so a couple of seconds ago. It catches my attention and I listen attentively, as it pitter-patters against the pavement outside. Faintly, I could also make out the sound of when raindrops hit roofs. Like little drums, the rain beats against everything it falls upon. I wonder why it even falls heavily upon my quiet heart.

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