Do drops.

Thin and steady rain streams down outside the window, intent on proving gravity. The blank gray sky looks on passively, all at once there, yet absent. It seems early in the year for weather. Perhaps even the storm clouds know the end is coming soon, and merely wish to beat the rush. Whatever the reason, the moisture's welcome, at least for now. The rain whips sideways, slanted; the only other indication of the wind lies in the swaying of the tree's thin branches as it bends in the breeze. It's soothing.