The wind howled, rain hammered my frame house like a thousand tiny drums, and power flickered out. Instead of fear, I lit a candle, wrapped myself in a blanket, and opened the window just enough to let the storm’s rhythm in. The patter on the roof, the drip from the eaves, the distant thunder—it became my lullaby. In the dark, I found peace. My little house, though wooden and simple, held strong. The storm didn’t break me; it sang me to calm. Outside, chaos. Inside, stillness—crafted by the music of rain, nature’s gentle reassurance that even in turmoil, comfort lives in listening.
