by Belle Webb
As the raindrops began to fall, the gentle pitter-patter on the tin roof of the porch filled the air. The sound was soothing, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace as I sat there, taking it all in.
I watched as the rain cascaded down the tin roof, the drops splattering against the ground below. It was a steady rain, not too heavy, but enough to make everything outside glisten and shine.
As I sat there, I could feel the coolness of the rain on my skin, and the fresh smell of the rain permeated my nostrils. The air was damp, but it felt refreshing, as if the rain was cleansing everything around me.
In the distance, thunder rumbled, and the occasional flash of lightning lit up the sky, illuminating the world around me for just a moment. The storm was coming closer, and I could feel the energy in the air building.
Despite the approaching storm, I felt calm and content, lost in my thoughts and the sound of the rain. It was as if time had stopped, and I was just existing in that moment, taking it all in.
As the rain continued to fall, I felt a sense of renewal wash over me. It was as if the rain was washing away all of my worries and fears, leaving me with a sense of clarity and purpose.
And as the storm passed and the rain slowed to a gentle drizzle, I knew that I would carry that feeling with me long after the rain had stopped. For in that moment, sitting on a porch under a tin roof while it rained, I had found a sense of peace that I would never forget.