Rain fell heavy and unyielding upon the ground – so heavily in fact that a fine mist had risen to float above the dark pavement. Against the glow of the distance streetlight the drops could be seen falling so fast they looked like nothing more than straight lines falling to the Earth. The evening being so black, the golden light was the only thing penetrating the night enough to see any of the rain at all. This storm was to be heard and not seen, and heard it was. The drops tapped like tiny tap shoes against the ground causing a hum to rise to her eardrums. Splishes and splashes could be heard falling off the old roof and into the water running down the walkway and off into the night.