It was raining again when I woke up this morning and cooler than yesterday. The tall person looked out of the window and went to get his leather flying jacket and baseball cap. It’s a pity the sun was not shining because he would have also put on his aviator sunglasses, which would have completed the look of a WW2 fighter pilot. However, when we got out onto the street there was no P51 Mustang fighter plane to fly us round the neighborhood so we set off as usual, on our paws and feet.
It was raining quite hard and the streets were shiny and edged with small rivers of rainwater, which I splashed through on our way up the levels of our neighborhood.
The tall person told me that our friend Lovely Lynlee had posted pictures on Facebook yesterday of her and her grandson Hunter on a visit to their park. He said it would be nice if we showed pictures of our little park. Here I am having a refreshing drink from a puddle beneath one of the swings. If you look carefully you can see my pink tongue!
Over the last few years a lot of new little parks have been built for the children of Tbilisi but our neighborhood still has one of the older ones. The tall person likes our park. He says it reminds him of the ones he played in when he was a boy. Wow! Our park must be very old!
It rained hard on our walk back home and we had to dodge lots of water pouring from drain pipes into the narrow alleys.
As we neared home we heard a strange drumming noise. We both looked at each other. Who would be drumming in the rain? Hmm, perhaps it is some of Eugene’s heavy metal friends practising.
We decided to investigate.
We turned the corner and discovered two metal buckets sitting beneath a pipe that was dripping rainwater onto them. Clever rainwater. It had found two perfect percussion instruments.
I liked the rhythmic sound it made.
The tall person told me that we have rhythm within us and all around us. He said we first heard it as a heartbeat in the womb.
He added that rhythm in nature and music and speech and language are some of the things that unite individuals but it is the rhythm of the cosmos that unites us all.
Hmm, you really are a starman aren’t you tall person.