A gentle rain began to fall about a quarter mile into our morning walk. It was just enough to warrant a head-to-toe shake from the dogs every ten minutes.
As we walked, the pup (Willow, our fourth-month-old Great Dane) paused in her tracks, perked up her ears, and turned towards every little noise. For her, every sound is a new experience, and this morning was full of them.
- Rain hitting the garbage bags lining the street, waiting for pickup.
- A truck gently splashing through a puddle.
- The staccato of raindrops hitting a sunroom’s metal roof.
- The mmreep of a frog hiding in a drainage swale.
- Heavier drops of rain hitting the ground when the breeze kicked up.
- The drip of a leaky gutter.
I didn’t notice any of these sounds until she slightly tilted her head and wrinkled her brow, trying to figure out each one. What I thought was a nice quiet morning turned out to be filled with fascinating noise.
Waite for it... 