Leaf rain

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. Pit. Patter. Pitter patter. Patter turns to a light steady rain, but this isn’t rain I hear, it’s falling leaves. This gusty wind day, with blue sky quickly losing out to a low band of dark clouds, looks like rain, feels like rain, sounds like rain, but no wet drops fall. And yet the exact sound of rain comes through this open window. I go outside, sit, close my eyes, listen. Within a moment the air goes from a gentle whisper to a stiff breeze to a hard gust, and rain-sound corresponds to the downpour, but dry leaves fall instead of moisture. I’ll bet the Japanese have a lovely word for this. Google doesn't! ~K