A Slice of Life (Thin)

The Beatles sing "...say the Word..." on my car's speakers just as we pull up across the house, the summer rain now falling harder, tapping on the car roof. I say, "That's my favorite sound in the whole world, I think." I turn the car off. The music from the newly acquired Father's Day CD Rubber Soul goes silent. It is dark. The windshield wipers cease their metronome beat. You say, "My favorite sound is the birds when the sun first rises. I guess we just have different personalities." I sort of hum agreeably. To myself. No sound comes out. No words. Just the plinking rain. Receding now. We open the car doors. And now it is pouring, splashing between the close houses. "That's the sound I like," you say. We agree on that one.