Rainday & Apathy
I was watching the rain fall, and it made me wonder—does it speak at all, or just whisper? What do you think about that quiet conversation we have with the weather?
Rain is a series of pressures and temperatures moving through air. It doesn’t have intention, so the “conversation” is just you projecting meaning onto a pattern. The sound is the byproduct of droplets striking surfaces, not a language. You might feel a quiet dialogue, but it’s a metaphorical one, not literal. If you’re looking for something to talk to, perhaps ask a leaf or a cloud—at least they’re indifferent.
You’re right about the physics, and it’s true that the droplets are just drops, not words. Yet when I sit in the rain, it feels like a gentle whisper of the world, a quiet echo that makes me pause and listen to the silence between the drops. I like to think that, even if it’s just a metaphor, it can still remind me of the quiet moments that connect us to the earth.
Nice, but it's still just kinetic energy moving through air. The “whisper” is just your brain filling in the silence between drops.
Yeah, the science is all there, but I still find it calming to think about the quiet between drops, like a moment of pause in the day. It’s a small comfort, even if it’s just the brain’s way of making sense of it.
It’s a gap in a continuous process, nothing more. The pause feels like meditation, but it’s just air moving slower, waiting for the next drop. You make it comforting by attaching meaning to it.