November 9th, 10:00 pm

There is something about the sound of rain on the roof at night..like the warm cup of cocoa and your bunny slippers…the hugs from your mother and father when you were a child, and knowing that everything always will be all right..the reassuring warmth of the nightlight. Even when we are old and know that not everything will be all right, that life can go terribly wrong, even then the sound of the rain on the roof at night reassures us that life goes on, and we are wrapped once again in an old tune: the sound of rain on the roof.

I am listening to the rain. Blessings to all who are listening, too.