You should be able to
hear raindrops falling from the sky and thunder in clouds that sound like they're 10 feet above your head.
As I am writing, I can still
hear the raindrops outside!
Okay I admit the title of this post sounds a bit dramatic, melancholic even, but
hearing the raindrops ticking on my bedroom window while writing this post — the night before actually posting it — and at the same time looking at these photos — taken last Sunday when it was clearly better weather — I feel so sad.
Not exact matches
The cataka is a bird that drinks only
raindrops, and whose poignant cry, «piu, piu» is
heard from springtime to the coming of the monsoon rains.
Anyway every morning that I wake up to
raindrops I get serious cozy cravings and occasionally weigh the pros and cons of just wrapping up in my comforter for the day, but you'll be pleased to
hear that so far no such idea has actually been executed.