What a great stormy night this evening turned out to be! The rain poured down and I just love listening to it pounded on the roof of the house. It reminds me of being back home on Kauai with our tropical downpours that got you soaked within minutes of starting.

One of the loudest places to be caught in one of those Kauai rainstorms was at my friend Kalen’s shack. It was a small shack his parents had on their property during the construction of the main house years ago. It was only about 12×16 feet in size, painted red on the outside and white on the inside with a metal roof. When it rained it was a thousand drum sticks whacking the roof in rapid succession. You couldn’t hear a thing inside it during a storm.