The rain today here in Oakland has the quality of a steady, gently falling drops. When it is like this, I like to put some Eric Satie on but only loud enough so that you can still hear the rain hitting the pavement. I was told that Satie loved the rain, sitting in his apartment window in Paris contemplating it for hours on end. Listening to his music it is obvious the influence this had on him. Until the time of his death, no one had ever entered his room in Arcueil for 27 years but a great number of umbrellas were discovered amongst various manuscripts, letters and four pianos.
Erik Satie 1866 - 1925
The meditative silence and beautiful sadness I find in Satie's work reminds me of the Japanese concept of Mono No Aware, described in Wikipedia as: ".....as an empathy toward things, or a sensitivity of ephemera— a term used to describe the awareness of the transience of things and a bittersweet sadness at their passing.