spatter-spatter-spatter

Updated: August 9, 2026

Here, gazing down into the Square, he saw that the rain was stopping, and, on the farther side, above the roofs of the houses, a little splash of gold had crept into the grey. He watched the gold, heard the rain coming more slowly; at first, "spatter-spatter-spatter," then, "spatter spatter." Then one drop very slowly after another drop.

Sir Hugh Walpole - The Golden Scarecrow