i love rain

We have lived in our funky, weird house on College Ave. for nearly 10 years now. Those 10 years correspond exactly with my love of rain.

Our house has a low-pitched roof, and the ceilings of each of the upstairs room mirrors the roof's pitch on the underside; each room is 1.5 stories with an angled ceiling. The insulation--if you can call it that--is thin. Which means that our house is cold in the winter and hot in the summer and that whenever it rains there is the most beautiful sound throughout the upstairs. Same thing with our main-level family room, and best of all--my ground-floor studio.

I could listen to the rain all day, every day. I drink coffee or wine or I paint or I read or nap or snuggle with Luna. And I try to be very quiet and not talk because I don't want anything to detract from that magical sound. When I get bored, I look out the window at the swollen creek that runs through our backyard.

Rain today and tomorrow. Even thunderstorms! Heaven.