Rainy Days and Sundays

It dropped 18 degrees overnight here in Calgary, and we are expecting our first real rain of the season. I am excited for this. Being a coastal transplant, I love the rain. For me, there is nothing more soothing than the sound of rain tapping on the windows. And the smell of the very first rain that washes all of the muck and dust away … heaven, right there. Petrichor, I believe it is called.

The forecast calls for a couple of days of rain. In Calgary that means that by mid next week, everything should be green and bursting with spring. The plants know what time it is. They soak up all the moisture they can as quickly as they can. It’s really something to see.

I have a lot of pleasant memories of rainy Sundays from my youth. Sunday is the best day for a good hard rain storm. If it starts early enough, you can just grab a blanket from the bed, and curl up near a window with a hot drink and a book, and the whole day is like one big cuddle.

I have been editing the last couple of days, and I think I may have hit on a part of my manuscript that doesn’t need as much work as the opening chapters always seem to. I am hoping this makes the process go a little faster.

I think that for today, though, I am going to indulge. Stephen King is always a good choice for a rainy day. I am about two-thirds of the way through Wolves of the Calla, so I think I might pick that one up again. Coffee, monsters, rain, a warm fuzzy blanket, what more do you need on a Sunday? Man, if I had a sleeping puppy the world might implode from sheer coziness.

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