Rain
Being in my flat cuddled up in bed and hearing the rain pouring down on the roof makes me feel almost like I'm in a little cocoon.. Safe away from harm... Like the memory of holidays in Wales or Cornwall when the British weather did its best at playing its usual tune.. drumming on the tin roof of the caravan. At first I feel safe.. And then all of a sudden so small and insignificant it might wash me away... Hopefully it will stop soon.














