Imagine snowflakes from the size of Euros gently slip out of the clouds. You go to bed. You wake up in the morning- and all is covered with a 15 cm thick blanket (unfortunately, no Euros). The carpet stays for weeks and weeks and weeks.
Romantic? Not always.
Raindrops drumming against tomato- red leaves, drip down to the moss, disappearing in the earth. The air smells like wet wood. Or mushrooms. It feels like roasted chestnuts on a cosy fire.