When I got out of the shower about an hour ago I heard rain hitting the bathroom skylight. I love that sound.

I love falling asleep to the sound of a Florida thunderstorm. I love hearing far off rumblings in the clouds.

For some reason the only place in this apartment where we can really hear rain is in the upstairs bathroom: drops on the skylight. If it’s quiet in our livingroom, we can hear rain smacking the concrete path to our front door. I think the big old oak trees in the front yard disperse a lot of the rain drops.

I’m in my room about to read some Michael Connelly, and there are no rain sounds. I checked and the rain is scattered. Maybe some more later-looks like a lot later. Sigh.