I tried to post this when it was actually raining, but failing Internet wouldn't allow it

I love the sound of rain.

I love the sound of rain almost more than any other. For me, it's therapeutic, it's reassuring. I love a steady, pounding rain that pours down as though it'll never end. I love the sound as the rain, indistinguishable as individual drops, hits the roof, the trees, the blacktop.

I don't know why exactly, but it's comforting to me. I feel safe at home with the world being showered outside. The wind picking up. The sound of thunder in the distance. The sound of water splashing.

It's like a cleansing breath. The rain washes away the dirt, the grime, the sins, the mistakes of the day. It’s renewal.