I miss the rain at my old place. It rained last night, I could have opened my window but I live on the bottom floor in a not so great neighborhood with no screen. My old place was on the second story with great big windows overlooking the parking lot. My favorite sound in the world was at the place: Late night sirens during the rain. The old place had tin roofs for the car parking. In heavy rain or light rain you could hear the roofs with the window open.

I just want you to know that I’m sorry things ended up the way that they did. But most of all I miss my favorite sounds.

In the end you will be alright.