27/31 The Sound of Rain

I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed the sound of rain on a tin roof with the frogs croaking in symphony in the garden, followed by a myriad of unknown chirpy insects. Since Christmas Eve I have been at my parents farm - the place of my birth - wide open spaces and so much wildlife ... the only drawback is the roosters that start to crow at 3am in the morning - no wonder farmers are early risers.