Art Blog: A Drawing a Day
Rain

Drawing the sound of rain makes me think that there is a certain rhythm to the rain. That incessant patter is a noise I quite like.

It may surprise you to discover that I like the rain. As a child, I spent many happy moments in the rain, splashing in puddles. In my birthday month of April, it always rained. We used to get April showers. These are rare things now in the UK, but then they came often; sharp short showers of rain, followed by sunshine. We wore a brightly colored mackintosh (a coat), a sou’wester, and wellies.
I enjoy the idea of the way the rain sometimes takes us out of focus when we look through it.
Many times, as a child, I walked in the rain. The rain is said in our culture to come down in “sheets”. You can have a blanket of clouds. But I am sure I have heard of a “blanket of rain”. But certainly buckets. Buckets of rain. Nowadays, we don’t tend to use buckets so much and that colloquialism seems to have gone out of fashion, as have many metaphors. We don’t seem to speak in metaphors so much, the reemphasize of words, “Out out” and “in in” seems to have become popularised. I often hear the terms on the radio when people describe what they are doing to DJs.
Rain tends to console. It wraps you up in its watery elements and drenches you to the skin. Afterward, the sun comes out and everything seems new.
We used to describe types of rain as different. Rain that drenches you to the skin and rain that doesn’t seem to bother you; light rain. And rain can be measured and some drops are not as large as others, so there is truth in that.
Soon the water recedes, pouring away down specially designed spaces and into gullies. Then the sun comes out


I was listening to. a track by Olovson, ‘The Beginning’, a new release while drawing this, and rain suggested itself.





Rain is not unoptimistic. For me, rain is a joyous experience. This music, too, tends towards optimistic tones. As if the water were cleaning everything. Painting everything new with watery brushes, the way ‘The Lark Ascending’ suggests birdsong.
What does rain say to you? How do you describe it?
References:
Olovson, ‘The Beginning’, 2023
Vaughan Williams, ‘The Lark Ascending’, 1914





