There is one thing which usually comes with a Brisbane summer and that is rain.
I live in a house that was originally built in 1932. It has a tin roof . I was just sitting here this evening and started to drift off to sleep to the hypnotic sound of the raindrops gently hitting the roof (which is why I am late writing this post today!). It is one of those sounds which is so soothing, it doesn’t matter what is happening in your life, the rain whispers reassuringly that everything is in the right order in your world. I didn’t actually grow up in a house with a tin roof, but for some reason, it also has the power of making you feel like you are a small child, safe in the world again.
So, today I am grateful for the gentle rain on my tin roof and the feelings of safety and contentment it brings. Pittter pat….pitter pat……..