It Rained …

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.

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