I awoke the other night to the sound of rain on the roof. Not the roof of my house, but the roof of my tent. A brisk wind soon joined in and the fabric rattled and shook but I stayed warm and dry and comfortable.
There’s something very cool about sleeping in a tent. It’s nice in good weather, but when a storm blows through it gets really Zen. You’re protected from the weather, but not isolated from it. You feel every gust and hear every raindrop.
I had set my tent up in the sand on the beach a few feet from the high tide line and all night long I could hear the sound of the water lapping at the shore a few feet from the where I slept. At one point, I opened the door and stuck my head out to watch the Milky Way wheel through the dome of the sky.
Try doing that in a split-level ranch house.