If you have never loved a place I wish that you could experience the love I feel for everything around me at this moment. A tender rain fades in and out of being, accompanied by the cheerful chirping of tree frogs, vocalists in the grand orchestra of the night. A breath of wind enters through the window and pauses inquisitively before continuing to the door. I break out in shivers as I close my eyes and let the pitter-patter of rain become the only thing that I know. Awareness falls from the corner of the white-washed roof onto the wet concrete below. It seeps through the ground feeling, as it does, the vastness of the earth and the impact of each drop upon it.