One of my all time favourite sounds is the un-composed melody of falling rain.

I am sat here this chilly morning with my back to the open door, yet I can hear this cacophony from behind me as it hits the leaves on the aged vine and then down onto the gravelled path below, every single note totally different to the next.

“Like a snowflake, each raindrop personnally carved and tuned by either an Angel or a Goddess”

This is just the continued rotation of the hydrologic cycle which has not stopped since the world was created, around and around, knowing nothing else.

And just as it started, it suddenly stops. The Conductor now lowers his Baton, turns to the crowd and bows.

There is no applause.