I love the sounds of Mother Nature’s symphony most especially on stormy days: the rhythmic pitter-patter of rain drops hitting the roof, the whispers of the wind through the ironwood trees and clapping thunder from dark skies reverberate throughout the house.
The temperature in our single-wall home drops to a chilly 49°F /9°C. Bundled from head to toe in layers of wool sweaters, baggy sweatpants and fuzzy slippers, I manage to shuffle into the kitchen and get a kettle of hot water going. It’s a perfect day to hibernate. Or perhaps make the most of the situation and pacify the yearnings of my inner child to play in the rain.