What I adore about the rain is the clarity of a single drop, a crystalline, impromptu looking-glass through which everything is softened. Harsh edges of all in view are obscured and it is easier to love the prickly. Songs about laughing in the rain and singing in the rain move me to do just that. Kissing in the rain is even better. There is something so romantic about writing in the rain as to be almost indescribable. On a clear, sunny or blowsy cold day I am inclined to feel the need to get out there, do as much as I can before the rain descends. But as a long time resident of the west coast which some refer to as the “wet coast,” I am ecstatic about having so many days to write guilt free, rain on the roof lulling my thoughts as I work and know that all is well in my world. The flowers and trees are getting their nourishment that I may enjoy them even through the window as I watch droplets collect and fall on the lush foliage of summer. Happen I think I live in Paradise but shhhhh, if I speak too loudly, everyone will know my happy secret of writing in time to a romantic rain that inspires more even on days when I worry my mind has entirely dried up. Rain is just the right writing weather. No rain complainer am I. Rain on, sweet skies. Reign on.
Instant prose inspired by Simon who gave “rain” as the prompt. Enjoy my “rain” thoughts, Simon