raindrops keep falling on my head

by pieces of moments

I couldn’t help but think of Chopin’s Prelude in D flat Major Op. 28, No. 15, nicknamed the “Raindrop” because of the repeated A flat, this afternoon. We took a break from life and went to the pool, which was divine because it was nearly empty because of the overcast skies and promise of thunderstorms in the later portion of the day. Whilst we were enjoying the water it began to rain – but there was no thunder, so we remained in the pool.

All I can tell you is I wish I would have had a waterproof camera in there with me. We floated with our eyes as level to the water as we could get and watched in wonder as a million little pearls of water met the surface of the pool, repelled, and sunk like mini glass marbles bouncing off a mirror sending refractions everywhere. Amazing, also, to float on your back and feel the rain pounding on your face with submerged ears picking up the morse code-like pings reverberating in a muted frenzy. This magic lasted for about 30-45 minutes before we heard the first rumble of thunder (and promptly swam for the edge to make our exit).

Moral of the story: if you find yourself in a pool or a lake with no immediate danger of lightening but lots of rain, stay in and take in a little every day magic.