The sound of rain is reflected in the words that describe it. Consider the barely audible mist, the hiss of the sudden shower and the kettledrum of the cloudburst. Yet this humble observer believes no word is better suited to its reality than the drizzle.
A drizzle is steady and uneventful, reliably delivering water to a grateful earth, but not so much as to cause damage. The drizzle prefers to fall straight down avoiding the concept of “sheets”. The drizzle is the Goldilocks of wet weather, the old reliable Ford pickup that simply goes from point A to point B. “Now now”, says the god of air and water, “don’t be alarmed, I’m just drizzling.”
Other things can be drizzled, like frosting on a CAKE. In fact there is such a thing as a drizzle cake, which I have never had but sounds yummy because CAKE.
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