I sat underneath our gazebo on our deck. I knew I should move indoors but it was too lovely out here to move. The rain had begun with just some drizzle but soon had escalated and was nearly torrential now. I knew I’d probably lost any chance of making it to the door leading into our dining room, without getting completely soaked. So, I stayed put and just took in the tranquility of the sounds. I was contented with my still warm mug of coffee and my book. The rustle of the leaves as the rain battered them, the “splat” of the rain hitting our glass patio table and now the “pinging” sound of the drops of the rain hitting what was now a small pool at the base of the steps leading down to the backyard. I moved my chair back away from the front of the tent, as the force of the water was hitting the screening where I sat.
Although forceful, it was a warm rain, and the sounds of its blending with nature was so soothing it was almost lulling me into an afternoon nap. Not a bad idea I thought. But just as I was about to nod off, the rain abated and my husband poked his head out the door. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”
“No,” I answered, “I didn’t.”
“Well, then I guess you didn’t hear the ambulance go past either?”
“No. Where did it go?”
“I’m not sure. No one on our street, luckily, but it’s got to be close by. I can’t believe you didn’t hear it.”
“Huh.” I said. “Well, it was raining.”
My husband shook his head and went back inside.
I sat there, and wondered why I hadn’t heard him call me. Or hear the ambulance’s siren. After all, it had just been raining.
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