The sound of rain pounding on the roof has got to be the most soothing sound ever. It's been raining non-stop for the past week. Some people get annoyed, some get depressed, some get lonely. Me? I just enjoy it. Ever since I was a kid, rain calmed me down. I remember one night, when I was eight or nine, my mother wasn't back from work yet, it must have been 11 or 12 at night, it was the latest I'd ever been left alone. It started raining, I grabbed a chair and sat by the window for hours, until my mother came home. I just sat and watched the raindrops pound the cars in the street below. Watched the drops explode as they hit the pavement, the house across the street, the glass two inches from my face. There was nothing else in the world, but me and the millions of little balls of water falling from the sky.