I began this composition on a rainy day. It reminds me of the myriad, and ever-changing patterns formed by drops of rain on my car’s window. Sometimes the rain drops stream down the window following more or less the same paths, but at slightly different times. Sometimes they coalesce into bigger and bigger drops and all move together, morphing into beautiful rain-shapes as they descend. Sometimes it is only a fine mist of rain, but then a gust of wind comes along suddenly, covering the window with a sheet of water like dense notes of a harp glissando. And sometimes, on comes the rhythmical sound of windshield wipers directing the drops into uniform streams of water. The rain ebbs and flows, sometimes gentle and peaceful, sometimes pelting the window percussively, but ultimately the rain ends and the final rain-shape softly fades away without a trace.