You now see the water of the jet scattering in all directions, and you hear it making a pattering sound on the paper on which it falls. I take out of my pocket a stick of sealing wax and instantly all is changed, even though I am some way off and can touch nothing.
The water ceases to scatter ; it travels in one continuous line and falls upon the paper making a loud noise which must remind you of the rain of a thunderstorm.
C.V. Boys, “Liquid Cylinders and Jets” from Soap Bubbles, Their Colours and The Forces Which Mould Them, London, 1896.
The Kinks: Rainy Day In June (Link)