As I begin to write this blog it’s 7.45pm on a Monday evening in September, 2016. Winter has passed and we’re now enjoying springtime weather, which brings sunny days with bouts of rain. Today was sunny and warm but tonight it’s raining. I’m writing about the rain because of the particularly automatic feelings that the sound of rain brings up inside me.
I love the sound of rain as it hits my tin roof, like a white noise that manages to lull me into a dream like state; it’s a soundclip from my childhood. However, if you were to add somebody rushing about the house sounding anxious, the sound of the beautiful rain would evoke a fearful panic from deep within my psyche.
In the happy summertimes of my childhood all the kids in my street loved a warm shower of rain because it created a mist as it evaporated off the…
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