Giant Shoebox
There’s something about a giant building that makes it more silent when it rains. Maybe it’s because the noise is constant, so it smooths out the other noises. I don’t know. It’s kind of eerie. I’m used to rat-a-tat-tat against glass at the very least. My favorite place to be during a strong rain was always the machine shed. It’s a giant two-story cavernous tin building and even a light rain became a cacophony. Then again, I like exaggeration.
My favorite place to go as a little kid when it stormed was our big front window, kneeling on the couch staring at the rain. I find that I still do that sometimes.
I wish it were storming in Chicago. Stupid Waukegan takes all the good storms.