There is nothing more pleasant than to sit under a porch on a summer’s day and listen to the rain. You can hear it on the roof, you can hear the wind of its falling as it passes through your view. You can hear it on trees and bushes and it is almost as if you can hear the plants reaching out with open mouths. You can sense the sound of satisfaction in the air. I have spent many a rainy day on a porch, just looking out, listening. Continue reading I Hear The Sound Of Rain →