The sound of rain.

It geographically influences me.

Just zoomed off the beach as thunder and lightning exploded over the Atlantic changing shades like a chameleon from turquoise to grey/green.

Made it home unscathed and took to the patio, reading blanketed by the sound of rain.

In New York City it is only welcoming when it is after midnight and I am tucked in bed. Then it is seductive and comforting.

In France, it is wonderful when you are in a bistro with a fabulous glass of wine, a crunchy fresh baguette and Comte with a chaser of escargot.

In Los Angeles, it must be after nightfall as streets quickly flood and life is only vibrant when you are outside.

No matter where you are, find solace in the rhythm of the rain.