It rained last night. Great heaving drops filled with lightning and sound. The dogs did well. Dan and I were enthralled. At one point, we had 167 lightening strikes in ten minutes. It was spectacular!
I woke this morning wanting to paint my writing office a soft grey-green, like the desert gets after a rain. Instead, I cleaned it. Organized it. I hung a large cork board on one wall where I can story-board my current novel. Next to it, I hung a charcoal drawing of me done in New Orleans’ Washington Square before Katrina. Before the Great Flood.
Then I moved the furniture in the den.
Then I painted my toenails.
Then I wished for more rain … only because the desert plumps and becomes beautiful with rain.