SJLeist soundart draft

The rain arrived, creating a somber atmosphere. Each droplet carried a heaviness, adding to the melancholic melody. The world seemed to grieve along with the rain. Despite losing appreciation for it, there was a bittersweet beauty. The rain cleanses and brings renewal, reminding us of nature's resilience. The downpour arrived as a somber symphony, weaving its sorrowful tale upon the world. The drops descended in a languid dance, their gentle pitter-patter tapping a mournful rhythm upon the windows of the room and the rooftop of the building. Each droplet seemed to carry a piece of the heaviness that hung in the air, a burden shared with the desolate landscape. The sound was a lullaby for the despondent, a comforting embrace for weary souls seeking solace. I sat, and thought, and listened to the resonance of sorrow intermingling with the muted sighs of the wind. The clouds above, laden with their own weighty thoughts, let forth a steady drizzle that added depth to the melancholic melody. The world, cloaked in muted hues, seemed to grieve along with the heavens. Trees swayed in a mournful sway, their leaves rustling in quiet sympathy. Pavements glistened with tears of their own, reflecting the gray expanse above. Each droplet's descent felt like a gentle caress, a tender acknowledgment of the melancholy that permeated the atmosphere. After living in the rain for months and months on end, I lost my appreciation. And yet, as I sat in my little space, amidst the sorrow, there was a strange, bittersweet beauty. The rain brought with it a cleansing, a promise of renewal that whispered of hope in the midst of despair. It was a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there is a quiet strength, an enduring resilience that allows life to persist and eventually flourish once again. It cleanses the air, washing away worries and leaving behind a crisp, invigorating fragrance. I need to remember that rain is not sadness, but a poignant reminder of nature's resilience.