There is something that can’t be defined about the comfort of listening to the rain fall outside while I am warm and dry inside. Rain makes its own music, different from location to location, depending on the landscape. I love the music of rain on a metal roof and as it hits a tin pail outside my bedroom window. I enjoy the sound rain makes when it falls on freshly fallen leaves and as it travels through the dry winter leaves still clinging to the tree.

There is so much pain in the world, so many people with twisted minds and twisted thoughts. The entire world would break down and forget to begin again if not for the simple things that remind us there is still joy and magic to embrace in this life we live.

Cling to the simple joys until there comes a time when the pain eases a little and you can feel good about feeling good again. 

As the rain falls past these 80-ft. White pines and Tulip Poplars and the 40-ft. Sourwood trees, it sings a tune of sadness tonight. The night is so dark and the air is cold as the rain puddles on the ground. For now, the world outside is wet and dreary, but the sun will come out again and dry up the rain and warm the air. I can never tell if the contineous sunshine makes me long for the rainy night in Georgia or the rainy nights make me long for the sunshine.