It has been raining for weeks; it feels like it will never end.
I think about the repetition of the rain on the roof, on the windows, on the ground. I am reminded of the repetition of stitches across fabric. And I think about the view from the window and the rain falling in lines, from here it does just look like lines. And I wonder how long it would take to sew every raindrop [line].
And of course, it would take a very long time.