The sky is threatening rain--perfect for curling up in a blanket with a good book. I love to see the flash of lightning off in the distance or up close--I can almost touch it. The rain is so thick in the air as the rain splats against the window panes--the moisture seems to engulf me. I can't help but think of all the poets and writers who have been enchanted and inspired by the rain's song:
- "Proud music of the storm... Personified dim shapes--you hidden orchestras, / You serenades of phantoms with instruments alert, / Blending with Nature's rhythms all the tongues of nations" - Walt Whitman, Proud Music of the Storm
- "I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain, / Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, / Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed" - Walt Whitman, The Voice of the Rain
- "[T]he rain would thrash along by so thick that the trees off a little ways looked dim and spiderwebby; and here would come a blast of wind that would bend the trees down and turn up the pale underside of the leaves; and then a perfect ripper of a gust would follow along and set the branches to tossing their arms as if they was just wild" - Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
- "Darkness had come, and it was still raining. He could hear the rain dashing against the window-panes, and could see it falling through the dull yellow rim of light cast by the lighted street lamp." - Kate Chopin, Her Letters
Hopefully, if a storm finds you, you're curled up by the fire with a good book! Into every life, rain will fall, but books are here to offer solace.