i always remember my days on my lola's farmhouse when it rains,,,,that was 15 years ago,,,there i'll just go upstair cover my self with mountain of blanket with the quilts handmaded by my lola,,,i'll cover my sel till it was only my nose was poking out just enough to breathe and smell the fresh clean air of the place till i fell asleep  with the symphony like sound of the rain in the tin roof,,,,the smooth breeze gently touching my cheek,,,now that my lola passed,i misses her so much.....the rain,the quilts and the simple yet big love she layed upon me.......