I have fond memories from my childhood, waking to the drumming of rain on the tin roof of our house. It’s constant yet calming sound soothed me immensely and I found it more enchanting and nurturing than anything else in life. Growing up in one of the driest regions of Australia, the sound of rain was a rare experience but rain is present in so many of my earliest and fondest memories. From modest beginnings, I found myself yearning for this enchanting and nurturing energy. Moving to New Zealand it could easily be assumed I would be getting more than I could tap in to, almost becoming blasé about the sound of rain. But even in the middle of winter when it can be wet for days, a small part of me dries up when that magic sound stops. I look to the skies, searching for the musician to begin the orchestra again. Nature is the composer and the conductor. Nature is the provider of this magic and enchantment, and each time it plays I am a boy again in my childhood bed, being soothed and nurtured into the person I am today.

Our prime purpose in life is to help others. And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them. (Dalai Lama)