i love love love this weather.I can hear the rain on the ..ummm...what's it called?-sort of an exhaust fan outlet-metal-and like to kid myself that i'm actually hearing it on a tin roof.People think that they must have a hoard of money and possessions and the right clothes-but really this is luxury.Being able to sit and and hear the rain.And get into fresh sheets at night.A nice dinner.These are the things that matter.
Mood - wistful,due to the below
Music - your wildest dreams-the moody blues
The rain always sounded lovely on my caravan roof. Particularly whe nI fixed the leaks...
Nothing better than waking up in your own good time to hear the patter of rain on your roof and with the knowledge that you have nothing you have to do that day... bliss!
daftbird
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