Rainy Night in Georgia
Friday night. Out on the deck, toasting the rain with a crisp white wine, staring into the trees, using as little brain power as possible. Been out here since I got home from work (my deck’s covered; I haven’t been sitting in the rain, silly). The evening began with a loud, booming thunderstorm (we do thunder well down here in Georgia). That soon gave way to light, steady rain — enough to cool the night and freshen the air. The sound and smell of rain, the damp breeze — relaxing, calming, cleansing — my Zen moment. Even took a short walk in the mist (OK, so maybe I am dumb enough to go out in the rain, but it was wonderful).
Maybe I’d like living in Seattle.
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Labels: cocktailing, porch, Seattle, thunderstorm
posted by Cup @ 11:24 PM
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Ugh! We spent last week in the 90s, also waiting for rains that never came. And my damn A/C is out, and the service guy has yet to show up. So, the rain and the low 80s were a much-needed relief. Hit the Intercoastal - but don't go jogging and become 'gator bait.
I am loving "Circling the Drain," and it's my second read of the book. That first story inspired me to write a super-short story. I'm working on it now.
So sad about her dying so young.
Okay, I'm going to look for "Circling the Drain", but tell me is this like "The Bell Jar"-sounds similar from your discussion..and do tell, what was the wine?
Holly, I'll loan you my copy of "Circling the Drain" next time we get together. No, it's not "The Bell Jar"; the author and her parents were killed last year. Amanda Davis was doing a book tour, and her parents went with her - maybe her dad was flying his plane? - and the plane crashed.
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