Rain, and maybe the words will come, too?

It's raining. I mean, really raining. Not just a damp mist or sprinkle. It would be a lovely day to spend watching the drops race down windows, reading and drinking coffee... alas, I'm off to work shortly. 

Y'know, sometimes the Universe gives us a little gift. I have not written much of any note lately except these mundane posts. I just have not had the brain space or the impetus, and frankly, much of what I attempt is overwrought and crampy. Yes, it's the resonance of national corrosion coupled with work demands, but still, I used to be able to balance all that with writing. So, when I opened my email today and found a tidy review of my chapbook in MicroLit --the second review of my little book!-- I almost cried. It's nice to see that other folks "get" what I wrote. 

What I *write*-- let's keep it in the present tense. Because I will write soon. I feel the twitches in my brain, little phrases, a desire to ditch all responsibility for an hour or two and just meander on the page. It's coming through, but I must be patient. 

That all said, I do have to go to work. But it's raining. It's renewal. Maybe that's what it is; my dry spell has mirrored this long, devastating drought. 

Hope so.

C