. . . Riding in the covered arena with the gray sheets of rain creating false walls, I was filled with peace as I retreated into my own world with just me and my horse cocooned in the sound and sight of the rain . . . After my ride, I spent a few minutes chatting with a fellow boarder who was debating whether or not she was going to ride, expressing her unease with the sound of the rain on the arena roof.  She mentioned feeling fear . . .