Dry Cold Rain

 

It had been an exceptionally arid Autumn. 

Arid and cold (insert ex-wife joke here).

The lawn was covered with dead leaves that created a rather interesting gray-brown and burnt orange mosaic visible from the elevated deck. 

When the first drops of the light rain began to fall the large drops striking the crisp leaves made a sound not too unlike the finger-snapping one might hear. 

If one were surrounded by a crowd of finger-snapping people.

Snapping their fingers slowly, methodically, melodically.