The Curious Incident of the Rain in the Nighttime

Last night I was lying in bed too hot to sleep when I suddenly heard the plink-plunk of rain. As I lay there listening to it, I was reminded of many other nights that I have spent in bed listening to rain play music on the metal roof outside the window. Then I started thinking about storms I heard from my bed as a child. I loved being tucked up safe and warm listening to the wind and rain lash our little wooden house. I would imagine I was living on my own in our huge maple tree so that I was fully surrounded by the storm, but protected by the big tree. Last night's rain didn't last long, but it was enough to remind me of the curious timelessness of rain heard in the night. And, it cooled the air down enough that I finally got some sleep.