Cabin Porch ~ Morning Rain & Tapping

It's 5:30 am in the South Welsh countryside. The soft drumming of rain taps against the roof of the cabin porch, and you can hear the trill of the birds. Big drops cascade from the eaves, splashing gently onto the ground as the rainfall ebbs and flows. You’re wrapped in a blanket and sitting on a cushy antique chair, the earthy scent of rain-soaked Oak and wet earth surrounding you. The world feels quiet, and the gentle hum of nature begins a new day.