Part of the joy of the new place is that you can't hear the weather with the same nerve-rattling intensity of our previous home/glorified shack. The winds that howled around town a couple of weeks ago were barely noticeable to me and most of the rain thus far has been but a distant tinkling.
I can only imagine that it sounds something like the Normandy invasion over there now because I feel like I'm on Noah's freakin' ark over here.
Truth be told, though, I kind of dig it. Weather noises are a lot less scary when you can be reasonably assured that the outside won't force its way in.
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