Curl up under a heavy quilt in a cozy attic room as a thunderstorm rages just inches above your head. Rain hammers the sloped roof tiles directly overhead with an intensity that feels both powerful and deeply protective.
Wind gusts whistle around the eaves and rattle the small dormer window. Thunder cracks and rumbles across the sky, sometimes near enough to vibrate the old wooden beams and sometimes rolling away into the distance.
Between the bigger gusts you hear the steady drip of water from the gutters and the gentle creak of the timber frame settling. A single warm lamp glows beside the bed.
The room smells of old wood and wool blankets. This eight-hour recording captures the uniquely intimate experience of weathering a storm in the highest room of an old house where the roof is your only barrier against the elements. Let the raw power of the storm paradoxically deliver the deepest peace and most restorative sleep of your life.
