Cyric stepped away, then heard a soft patter at his back.

There was a rustling, the soft patter of many pads.

After a time, they heard a soft patter against the dome, then a hard rain.

Midway through the tunnel, he had heard the soft patter of feet behind him.

All that remained was the soft patter of her shoes on the path leading back to the main villa.

Only the soft patter of rain accompanied Irthenie's final words.

He could hear a soft patter against the window glass.

He actually got a soft patter of applause for that.

The soft, seemingly endless patter of rain was her only answer.

Blending with the soft patter of the raindrops on the window.