Just at the point of dropping off to sleep, the room got dark and the fan stopped running. A storm blew in and we lost electricity. I knew without the "white" noise of the fan, I would not be able to sleep. So I got up and went to the living room.
My husband and I opened a couple of windows across from each other to let air flow through the house. Then I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes. I began to listen to the sound of the falling rain. Hearing rain fall and the sound of thunder rolling in the distance has always been soothing to me.
There's something melodic about it and it speaks to my soul. It's music from the Almighty Creator.
Even the birds were singing their praises as the rain fell.
The wind blew and the small wind chime I have hanging out front sang out until the wind tangled it up.