April 28, 2002
Listened to the rain fall on the roof as I settled into bed while ambient space music from Hears of Space played on the radio. The occasional white flash of lightning punctuated the darkness of shades and curtains. Such a peaceful possibility, drifting off to sleep with nature?s lullaby of rain. Why is the sound of rain so soothing? Is there some deep memory, buried in the collective unconscious? From a time when there was no point in hunting when it rained, so everyone stayed snug in the shelter and caught up on sleep? Seems too obvious to me.