I’m like the rain, I’m like the rain that falls from angels’ eyes.
–Corey Smith, “As Angels Cry”
Today is beautifully gray and damp, but unfortunately I am sitting at my office with no windows immediately surrounding me so I can't watch it fall. That's the worst kind of torture for me. Especially on a Monday. There is nothing better in the world than sitting by a big window, curled up in a worn and comfy chair (perhaps with a warm caramel latte or apple spice), and write and read, read then write, over and over all day long. It's such a romantic feeling, in the sense of the 1800s Nature rules all, and your mind is open to every possibility that flickers over thoughts like the beads of rain tapping down your window. Sometimes I wish I lived in Seattle, where I could be surrounded by clouds and rain the majority of the year. That would be sure to stir my creativity.
