Whenever I am alone, and I hear the pattering of rain drops on my roof, I am lulled into a sense of security, a hypnotic place of obscurity, where I can sit and think existentially about my day.

And when I am sitting beneath my covers, huddled up next to you, it would seem as if the world was non-existent, and that everything I could ever need was within my reach. The rain falling so rhythmically in the background creating a white noise that blocks out the chaotic drum of reality just outside my window.