The car windows lie back into the rain, yet the rain keeps soaking them again. This process and the squeaking of the windshield wipers is my favorite. In these moments, I dream of heavier rain, of a longer traffic jam so I wouldn’t be able to go back home
It almost feels like this should be kind of melancholic but at the same time, it isn’t. It effectively calls to mind all the times I’ve been sitting in my car in heavy downpours and it almost has a soothing effect for me. The repetitiveness of the windshield wipers mixed with the erratic tapping of rain against a vehicle is curiously transporting, even when you happen to be standing still. And maybe if your journey isn’t too long, getting stuck for an extra amount of time could be welcome.
It almost feels like this should be kind of melancholic but at the same time, it isn’t. It effectively calls to mind all the times I’ve been sitting in my car in heavy downpours and it almost has a soothing effect for me. The repetitiveness of the windshield wipers mixed with the erratic tapping of rain against a vehicle is curiously transporting, even when you happen to be standing still. And maybe if your journey isn’t too long, getting stuck for an extra amount of time could be welcome.