Sitting on the grassy ground in the garden, he had found a comfortable spot for peace and quiet. Finally after a long day of noise and irritation he could relax. He could be alone with his thoughts. But then it started; the noise. It wasn't like an annoying itch that just wouldn't stop. It wasn't like a younger sibling that just wouldn't be quiet. It was worse. Way worse than both put together. Drip. Drip. Drip. With each fall of a single sphere of water it seemed to get louder. Each time it hit the ground the sound would linger, almost as if it was frozen in the air for a split second. Drip. Drip. Drip. He couldn't stand it anymore. He got up and left in search of a new place for calm.