Are you necessarily looking for a place in a mobile home park?
You can also sometimes find mobile homes for rent that aren’t in a park. This might be on a large lot in someone’s back yard, like a guest house or granny-flat. Or, if you drive out in rural areas, you see lots of mobile homes on their own lots, where you might possibly stumble upon one up for rent.
I lived for three years in a 10x40 situated a ways back on a 120-acre spread up a mountainous road, in a ravine, in an oak-and-pine forest. The owner lived in his house up at the front, and my trailer was about a quarter mile back along a dirt path, around a bend so that the houses up front weren’t even visible. (There was a double-wide mobile up there too.)
It had all the necessities: Well water, straight from a hole in the ground. (Well, actually, from a tank that will filled with water from a hole in the ground.) Electricity. Phone. Forced-air propane heating (got a bit expensive in the winter, about $100/month, but $0.00 most of the year), got the place toasty warm in a hurry. Plenty of shade. Lizards and squirrels galore. Some chipmunks too. The occasional snake, possum, or skonk. According to local lore, there was also a resident mountain lion in the area. I think I might have even seen it once, a silent stealthy silhouette crossing my path in the dusk.
No neighbors close by. But as others have noted, even in a trailer park, you don’t have to share a wall or a floor or a ceiling with any neighbor. That’s worth it’s weight in gold right there. My take on the rain was: Soothing pitter-patter white noise in the night. The place was an old tin can, but everything was functional and it was comfortable and warm, even in the occasional snow.
Being in the woods, there were a bazillion flying insects and a steady flow of field mice. I set out snap-traps regularly and replaced them – that pretty much took care of the mice. As for the flying bugs, I left a light on in the living room at night, then all the flying bugs went there and left me alone in my bedroom.
A friend visited for a few days. He called the place a “dump”, which insulted me no end. It was comfy, quiet, and the surroundings were a Garden Of Eden as far as I was concerned. And the rent was only $450 a month (or maybe it was $350) for the three years I was there. I had to leave because of health problems and go back to civilization. Damn! I really felt (and still feel) like I had been kicked out of that Garden of Eden! That was 15 years ago and I still miss the place.
Maybe you could find a place something like that. Photo (emphasizing the beautiful surroundings).