Though a lifetime of listening to the music of the world has passed, even now the tone of the rain on the roof of my home is the sweetest sound I have ever heard.

The air was warm and heavy as sprinkles began to fall from the clouds high above. The Triton glided through the waters and the whoosh of the ship combined with the steady beat of the...

It is raining at the top of my roof and I’am inside my blanket in this chilling night with an open window, missing my love and listning the rain singing a lullaby to me.

A cantor, when he starts singing, it’s like rain – once it starts, it’s hard to stop.