When I was younger I lived in a house while it was being renovated. Buckets of water would flood the first floor and we'd wake from our beds to sweep sheets of water out the front door.
When I moved into my new home it had been recently renovated but there was a flaw in the roofing so each time it rained, water would flood the office.
After many years of trying and failing to fix it we had the roof professionally replaced.
Yesterday it rained and I realised that I have PTSD. My body went into panic mode waiting for the droplets to start hitting the carpet.
I hope that one day I can again enjoy the restfulness of a rainy Sunday afternoon but for now my entire body listens for splattering.