It is late…it is early…it is both.
A soft patter of rain has just begun on the roof overhead as I nuzzled into bed for the night. It’s soft and steady. My bedroom is on the corner of the house and the spout on the corner outside to drain the gutters is gurgling with the sudden rush of collecting water. Last night, I moved my bed into the very corner where this spout is and my head lies inches from the pipe, separated only by the wall. It’s a loud sound in the quiet of the night, but it’s not a disturbing loud. It’s rhythmic and relaxing.
Now, two claps of thunder roll in the distance. A bigger storm is approaching. The rain is picking up and I’ve turned off my fan specifically to lay here and listen to the coming storm.
I find this most relaxing.