It’s so nice to see it raining.  After a really long hot summer that just wouldn’t quit we’ve had almost a solid week of rain.  I can finally breath again, the dust and pollen has been pretty well drowned.  The cooler temps the rain brought in are nice.  Living in the south has its advantages, but 7 months of 90+ gets a bit old after a while.  For me at least.

I like to sit outside in my backyard when I write.  I can watch the dog run around chasing scents and the occasional squirrel dumb enough to cross into his territory.  On cooler mornings I wrap up in a blanket, and type away until my fingers go numb.

On rainy days like today I wrap up in my blanket and sit on my porch to write.  It’s not the same, but it’s not bad either.  Just a different perspective.  I can write longer – my fingers won’t go numb as quickly, and the dog just stares outside, annoyed the rain keeps him from his morning run.   Well, he could go outside if he wanted, but he hates getting rain on his hair, unless a squirrel is dumb enough to cross into his territory.

A steady rain falling through leaves is my music this morning, no need for itunes.  Time to get to it – a lynch mob is coming for my main character, it’s time to see if she can outrun them or if she has to talk her way out of the mess she’s made, if she can.

‘Till next time.