The Storm and the Question

This rain. It began like a mist. A memory of the rainfall where she grew up. It was like a thin gossamer-so quiet and fragile and now building to angry little drops from a violent heaven. How could she conduct her vast administrations of the day in this- this sound of a million wallops to her serenity! CRACK!!

The lead of her pencil broke like a camel's back- nay- a thunderclap! Curse this belligerent rain. What a nerve it has! It was as though something small and dark and frantic were throwing itself against her walls a billion times, angling to rip her house Asunder. And then she heard it... between all the raindrops- a Murmur.

The louder the rain came, the softer the message and yet it was all she could hear. And with thirsty ears she drank it's faint words: "This is Music."

And looking about the scattered papers and mathematics, she stared back out the window to see a familiar shape in the rainfall. And the shape whispered, "Remember?" 

And now enjoy a behind the scenes look at the illustrating of the afore-told Ghost Story "The Storm and The Question". Listen!