Rain inspires me to write.
The world looks so beautiful, looking out through a wet pane of glass. It makes me want to reach out and capture the beauty of all that I see with my pen and put it into words. Which of course I’m almost unable to.
I can only do my best.
Apparently, rain inspires other creative Minds as well. Namely, composers of music. From as long ago as Chopin to the present with Yiruma and Joe Hisaishi, composers are trying to put the feeling of rain into music notes so that people can listen and enjoy.
These composers are quite different in nature and style of their compositions. However, their music still captures the beauty of the rain.
Yiruma, a famous Korean composer, wrote “Kiss the Rain.” This short piece of music became one of his most famous pieces of music. It sounds like raindrops gently plinking into a lake or puddle. Yiruma uses the high notes of the piano interjected with several lower sections here and there to recreate the raindrops’ sound into a gentle yet unmistakable melody.
Frederic Chopin’s prelude in D minor is also known as “Raindrops.” And no wonder, for the piece starts off gently, like raindrops falling onto the cobblestones of the street or the shingles on the roof. In the middle, though, the music builds up into a climax, not unlike the distant thunder that sometimes comes during summer rain. This is still raindrops, but more as if the rain had stopped trickling and started pouring. And then everyone on the street rushes out of the rain to find shelter. After the climax, the soft raindrops continue the dance and things can continue as before.
My street used to get flooded during heavy rains. The rain would pour in huge sheets, and the street in front of the house would slowly fill with heavy brown water, as thick as soup. The cars would drive by, and I would watch them throw up more brown water as they drove past.
In those days I never thought that such heavy water could bring those cars in danger of hydroplaning. The water was at least six inches deep in some parts.
That was before they changed the drainage pipes.
At that age, I felt sad knowing that there would be no more flooding, no more little children peeking out of upstair windows at the cars fighting the river the road had become.
Joe Hisaishi’s “The Rain” was written as part of the soundtrack of a movie called Kikujiro. This track is my personal favorite. It speaks of rain pouring down onto a street while a cat takes refuge on a park bench under an abandoned umbrella. It speaks of gaps in the road filled with puddles. Of trees sighing and whispering to each other while the rain batters them relentlessly.
It speaks of nostalgia. Days long gone by, washed away by the passage of the rain. Rocks, dirt roads worn down by years and years of heavy rain. In it, you can feel a sense of sadness in the midst of the beauty of the rain. Maybe that sense of sadness is because of something long-forgotten. Like a former love. Or for something that was so perfect yet came to an end.
Yet at the end of the piece, the sun comes out.
(the glow after the rain)