Ree & Dojdik
Do you ever notice how the way rain falls can feel like a chess game, each drop a calculated move toward a final pattern?
I do, and I like to imagine the drops as quiet chess pieces, moving one by one, each step leading to a quiet, inevitable tableau that only the rain knows how to finish.
That’s a neat way to see it. Each drop is a silent pawn, moving steadily toward its own promotion.
Yeah, the rain plays its own slow game, each drop a silent pawn, slowly moving toward its own quiet promotion.