I love to sit out on my front porch and listen to the splatter of raindrops as they hit the ground after a long dry spell. The dark sky and the distant rumble of thunder are somehow comforting and feed my soul with unexpected but welcoming feelings of peace and belonging. It reminds me of the rhythm of the rain that fell on the old tin roof of Grandma’s house way back when. The feeling wraps around my heart like a warm blanket on a cool evening and is nothing less than bliss.