Thursday, October 13, 2011

I love a rainy day, I love a rainy day.
All day  the rain fell slowly, the leaves showered down, red and gold, and my world could not have been prettier.
I hear the rain now at 9:00 p.m. as it hits the metal top of the carport in back, and I can hardly keep my eyes open.

What is about a slow rain that soothes our nerves and whispers calming thoughts? For me, the rain means welcome isolation. Alone is not so bad anymore. Both Tiger and Rocky are soundly sleeping inside.
I'm glad I'm not camping in the woods. I'm glad I'm not driving as I did on Tuesday of this week - all day in the rain. I'm thankful I'm not homeless and sleeping in a cardboard box to escape the rain.

I sit in what will become my office when I finally get everything moved out of this room and get it painted. Right now it is one big jumble of boxes, papers, and furniture in odd places. I try to imagine what it will look like - sepia tan paint, woven blinds the same color. I can't see it, but it will surely be better than it is now.  
view from my office window

When I work here, I will sit at this window that looks out on my woods. Before long the leaves will be gone, but the winter view, with or without snow, will draw my eyes out to see what nature holds.

one of the deer outside my window last winter
 Deer feed on the slope almost in my yard. Various birds fill my woods throughout the year. Wild turkeys move in clumps silent as snow flakes falling.

I look forward to winter when all is quiet here in the mountains. I will write and work on the business of writing in my new office.
What are your plans for winter? Will you finish that manuscript? Will you finally submit a poem or short story?


Abbie Taylor said...

Among other things, when it rains, I'm thankful for a good solid roof over our heads. A few years ago during a heavy spring rain, our roof started leaking in a couple of places. I'm sure it's bad enough when you can see, but when you're visually impaired like me, you can't help wondering if there are leaks in places you don't know about. Even now that we have a new roof, I still get a little nervous when I hear rain pitter pattering against the windows.

As far as my plans for the winter are concerned, I have a manuscript of poems I hope to publish, and I plan to continue writing and submitting stories and poems to magazines and anthologies whenever time permits. I'll also do plenty of snuggling under a blanket and drinking hot chocolate on a cold evening.

Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author of We Shall Overcome

Glenda Council Beall said...

Abbie, your winter plans sound similar to mine. I like the hot chocolate, also.
Good luck with your plans to submit your work. I hope your work is quickly accepted.