I do love a rainy day. I’ll be the first to tell you that. It always reminds me of that moment when you’re starting to wake up but your brain hasn’t fully grasped the idea yet. You’re in between two worlds and it’s a hazy place to be. That moment is my favorite. It reminds me of a day of rain and clouds and the sound is the best sound I can think of.
Last week I went into our spare bedroom after everyone was asleep and the house was quiet, and dark, and I laid across the bed and listened to the quiet. I listened to the rain. The only thing missing was the cicadas but it’s gotten too cold for them so they’ve moved on.
We spent some time during this summer at a tree house that’s local to us. The lovely woman has turned her grandchildren’s tree house into a B&B and it was wonderful. We got to experience a thunderstorm while we were there and I was in heaven. It’s a memory that I tried to recreate the other night and it was close.
I’m off to work on Book Covers and try not to re-read/edit the book. I’ve got to add something to the ending, but I’m trying to let it sit so I can look at it from a new place.