I was woken in the very early hours of the morning by the pitter-patter of gentle rain on the roof. As a kid I used to love just lying in bed dozing, listening to rain on the roof. I woke this morning oddly relaxed and mellow, so I guess the association between the rain and those feelings as a kid are still there.
Hopefully that will stand me in good stead for today’s writing efforts.
Mist and Shadows 