Love the photo, and the poem, and the thought, and the pinning of the thought to a moment, as you wake to hear the rain.
And, Dave, I rather think you are romantically in love with Plummer’s Hollow. At the emotional, if not the physical, level, I have not found there is much difference in feeling tone between deep love of a place and of a person.
I was surprised that the sound of rain makes you feel lonely. It makes me feel the opposite, keeps me company. But then I thought about rain falling on the Hollow and perhaps this is like not being able to sleep while a loved one is kept awake or feeling something deeply.