Hydrogen and Hydrogen and Oxygen

Sorry to keep harping on about listening, but I felt the urge to write now. I'm in my room, composing, with the balcony (well, sort of balcony - more like a ledge ;) ) door open, and it's raining. I'd forgotten how much I like the sound of rain. It's kind of peculiarly rhythmic, yet springs surprises. It can be soft, yet also violent. At the moment, it's nice. Quiet, but with occasional metallic resonances, from when an accumulated raindrop falls from the roof, onto the metal railings just outside the door. I'm enjoying it. It sounds like a composition by Phill Niblock had he been friends with John Drever.

I don't expect anybody to understand that last sentence.