The way rain sounds on a car roof after a chase

There's a specific kind of quiet you get sitting in the passenger seat, windows fogged up, watching runoff carve tiny rivers down the windshield while the sky still tries to decide if it's done. It's not the loud part of a storm that gets me anymore — it's the ten minutes after, when everything just goes soft. I chased a supercell that broke every rule I thought I knew today, and all I can think about is the rain.