Rainy Night City Lights

It's raining tonight. I can hear it hitting the roof and the top of the metal vent. When I was a child, I slept in a little daybed right by a low window over the cistern. The rain would hit and pour onto the roof, falling over and down gutters, and rush echoing and dancing into the cistern. The rain joined the water there, seeming to sing me into dreams. It's still one of my favorite sounds.

This is handpieced, embroidered, and beaded.