I woke to the sound of the rain dancing on the tin roof above my head. What is it about rain that awakens my inner Muse? I'd love to sit by the window, listening to the liquid inspiration fall to the cool ground below me and write until my Muse drops from exhaustion. Atlas, I must be a grown up...well, maybe not completely. Errands to run this morning; then home again to jot down the plethora of images flooding my mind. Please let the rain continue for the day so I can finish my duties and then come out to play!
P.S. Once I came home the rain went away and the sun came to stay. My Muse took a nap. My she'll wake up, perhaps!
1 comments:
I love rain, too. It's great for sleeping.
Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
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