The harder, the better. To sit by the window, hearing the water smashing against the glass, or to watch it hit the puddles, or listen to it hit a thinner part of the roof. To sit out in one of the verandahs, with a blanket wrapped around you, holding a cup of tay. To light the incense, just lay back on the bed, close your eyes, and be hypnotised by that sound. . .and for a while go to where it never ends.
Ah yes! Freshly cleaned off, laying on satin, under warm covers, listing to the wind lashing outside, the torrents crashin' down. A cat on top of you, or snuggled at your side; would be nice. Come to think of it, so would be a back-rub by someone who really knew what they were doing, and could put you to sleep with their touch. Throw in a scented oil, while we're at it.
I think I'll sign off now. I'm kind of tired, anyway.
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