But, I began to slice this morning, because I first heard a tinkle, tinkle, tap, tap outside and thought, "Might be raining.... I'll check my phone to see if it's raining." But, as I reached for the device charging nearby, my smarter Jiminy Cricket-consciousness said, "Hey, Fool! (cough-cough) Eh, look out the window. Or, trust your ears." My phone had a software update going on, so its 'closed door' was useless, and in this case, its not going to make my brain useless, because a phone/the internet does not know anything I can't know for myself! And, especially, as I currently hear a hearty rain falling like a million ping-pong balls rotating in a giant BINGO hopper, it is raining, my mind, senses, being knows it.
Now, it's really coming down, like trash bags full of ping-pong balls being rolled across a gym floor and a new hundred loose balls bounce to the ground from the balcony or ceiling height. It's falling like it'll whisper, slurp, tinkle, fall all day.