Rain and Imagination

The day darkens. Charcoal clouds hustle the blue across the sky, corral it into a far corner of the universe. The first drops fall, heavy as berries. In minutes the world is a blur. The sharp edges of landscape now diffuse; what was clear is now obscure. Imagination is released.

Monet. Cliffs of  Pourville, Rain

And then there is the rain in which thoughts come clear and perfectly defined.  Each having its own orbit; delicacy its beauty, still sharp as a bullet hole.

Gustave Caillebotte. The Yerres, Effect of Rain