From my window, I see the hibiscus enjoying the rain.
Call me crazy, but I love a rain. Indoors of course. Snug. Maybe a fire in the fireplace. A dog or two in your lap as you write. Cozy. That is the life of a writer...at least that is how I imagine it. Sometimes the dogs just sleep at your feet. Sometimes the furnace replaces the fireplace. But you can still hear the sound of raindrops on the roof. Your flannel shirt feels soft and warm against your body. A soft, gentle, steady rain is one of nature's best gifts. It seems to assure you that life will, indeed, go on. Any drought of the soul can be comforted and eased by a walk in the mist. Yep, I love the rain. Especially when it is outside and I am in.