Rain...

There are few things in life that I enjoy more than lying in bed and listening to rain falling on a corrugated plastic or medal roof. A few years ago my neighbors built a shed in the back of their yard. The shed is placed in such a way so that it is right outside my bedroom window. The taping of rain as it drops through the bends and folds of plastic lulls me into a calm state. I never feel stressed when I hear it.

In one of the houses I lived in London, I was lucky enough to have a similar situation. I lived in a room on the first floor (Americans would call this the 2nd floor) and my window looked out onto the roof of the dinning room. This roof was see through corrugated plastic as well. With all the rain in the autumn and winter months in London, the roof became my friend. It helped me sleep and when I was sad, it told me that I would be okay. I could sit in my room or on the sofa in the dinning room and read, think, or just listen to the rain.

Locations: San Francisco, CA, U.S.A. & London, England