Rain as a Muse . . .
Cracking open the window of my private office I seal off the air conditioned house from my oasis I retreat to daily. The subtle changes in the outside air from day to day become more of a muse than the weather. Closing my eyes I am transported back to when I was eight and running through the puddles during an epic (at least that is how I remember it) storm. The feeling of a spring rain is unique unto itself and should be experienced my many at least once in a lifetime.
Refraining from running down the street, leaping from puddle to puddle, I am still inspired.
Maybe after a couple of chapters and some copy-writing contract work is completed I may still find the time to locate one puddle!