Silent Raindrops
The rain falls silently from the sky. Like little leaves, one wouldn't notice it until it catches their attention from the ground. Rain hits the earth, making dry dirt into wet mud; dead plants fully alive. Tap tap tap it goes on the window pane of the old church across the street from the old building that once was noticed. With its sign torn down, door locked, windows broken and boarded up, one being can only imagine what was once inside.
As the rain began to steady, residents wandered throughout the streets in search of dry shelter. The Olde Diner, on Maple Street, was the place to be now a days. Teenagers gossiping about each other when the other was in the loo, others eating their fish n' chips. Parents trying to control their little ones, old timers reading the day's newspaper and finishing their afternoon the rain poured down again, pedestrians cleared the shops and streets.
The roads of a little town in the United Kingdom called Stockport were flooded and bare in the soundless rain that lasted for what seemed like forever.