Pitter patter.

The first drop on your nose, on a window, perhaps even landing on the grass. Evoking a variety of emotions. Excitement or relief that there is finally something to water the crops or extinguish a drought. Sadness or nostalgia as you sit by the window, watching the gloomy clouds outside. Comfort or drowsiness when you lay in your bed with a captivating book, listening to the small droplets hit the roof. Fear or anger, maybe you realized you have forgotten your umbrella and you have some valuables that forbid the wetness. Memories of playing outside as a child flood in, along with the memories of slow walks and sidewalk kisses.