Have you ever woken up to the bright morning sun shining in your eyes coaxing you into waking up, but yet a sense of calm and the world not needing you at the moment washes over you and just makes you wanna stay put? That’s the calm I feel when it begins to rain. When most people just become more tired and moody and I become more alive and full of creativity. From the first drop hitting the hard pavement to the last drop following all the others away with the wind, I am writing to my hearts content. Something about the way the rain keeps people inside makes me feel more solitary when I walk down the sidewalk hearing nothing but the rain, seeing nothing but the rain, and smelling nothing but the fresh rain. The fact that the rain keeps me in one place just makes me feel more at ease, like I’m not needed at the moment and can just be me for a little.
I don’t know if this makes sense to you, but I know one time or another a writer feels this way when something happens. Whether you find your inspiration on chilly morning walks, or you find it dancing in the rain. I think you should take advantage of this moments, because you’ll never know when they will come again.