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Sound of rain


A cross section of a house is shown, with a Triangle-person standing inside. The window is ajar and rain is falling on the roof of the house making sounds: "Plonk", "Plink" and "Drip". There is a tiny drip of water in the attic. The Triangle is smiling happily, and there is a symbol of a heart next to them. Subtitle says: "I used to love the sound of rain".

The same cross section is shown, except the window is closed and the Triangle is anxious, holding their hands to their mouth in fear. The sounds the rain makes have changed to "Leak!", "Rot!" and "Rust!". The heart next to them is cracked. Otherwise, the rain and the tiny drip of water in the attic haven't changed. Subtitle: "Now I own a house."

Finally, the same cross section is shown, with the same rain, and the same tiny drip. The Triangle reaches out through the open window, their mouth open, letting rain drop onto their hand. The rain drips onto their hand, making tiny sound "Plink!". There is a small heart next to the hand. Subtitle: "And I long to love the sound of rain - again."

A cross section of a house is shown, with a Triangle-person standing inside. The window is ajar and rain is falling on the roof of the house making sounds: “Plonk”, “Plink” and “Drip”. There is a tiny drip of water in the attic. The Triangle is smiling happily, and there is a symbol of a heart next to them. Subtitle says: “I used to love the sound of rain”.

The same cross section is shown, except the window is closed and the Triangle is anxious, holding their hands to their mouth in fear. The sounds the rain makes have changed to “Leak!”, “Rot!” and “Rust!”. The heart next to them is cracked. Otherwise, the rain and the tiny drip of water in the attic haven’t changed. Subtitle: “Now I own a house.”

Finally, the same cross section is shown, with the same rain, and the same tiny drip. The Triangle reaches out through the open window, their mouth open, letting rain drop onto their hand. The rain drips onto their hand, making tiny sound “Plink!”. There is a small heart next to the hand. Subtitle: “And I long to love the sound of rain - again.”

#philosophy