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 A screenshot of our weather forecast for
this week. This comes after the past week of torrential downpours and flooding.
My thoughts on the subject? I love a good storm: The sky darkened and with no more warning
than a single roll of thunder, the rain began. It washed down the roof, overflowing
the gutters and splattering through the screens to wet the bricks of the patio. We quickly moved the seat cushions to the
other side of the porch, but I left one on a wicker chair. I wasn’t about to
huddle inside. Rain continued hard enough to wash away the spilled charcoal
dust from the grill where my birthday dinner had been cooked. The remnants of
the party disappeared, but not the warm feelings of contentment I tucked away
in my heart. The rain lessened then grew stronger again
and yet the sun shone on a patch of green grass along the side of the house.
Pitter-patter; drip-drip. You know what it sounds like running down the gutter
pipes and dripping off the house. If it continues, I will sleep out on the
porch tonight. I can’t hear the rain inside behind bricks and insulation. It
reminds me of summers past, camping at the lake in a canvas tent. “Don’t touch
the roof,” Dad admonished as it would make the canvas leak. Yet someone
invariably would. If there wasn’t lightning, we’d play in the rain; even swim
in the lake. After all, it was summer and we were at the lake to get wet. Another round, coming hard enough to rush down the street like an overflowing river. A curtain, obscuring the trees across the way. The smell of rain. You can’t describe it but anyone else will understand exactly what you mean. ************* I love writing thunderstorms into my
novels; water cutting rivulets down a dirt street; ominous cracks of thunder
awakening my characters in the middle of a dark night. You don’t have to wait
for the next time it rains to curl up with a copy of “Love in Disguise” and
find out just how diverting the rain can be when it keeps Max and Abby from
pursuing a killer. If it’s not a rain storm, water in various
forms still seems to find its way into my novels. “Hold on to the Past” takes place on a
river. “Spinning through Time” has a dramatic and tragic scene on a frozen
pond. “Prelude and Promises” is set on a small island, thus surrounded by
water. “A Game of Love”, set in Boston, has a close connection to the Boston
Harbor. And the list goes on. Check out the storms in all my books by visiting https://bwlpublishing.ca/baldwin-barbara/.
Best wishes for a wildly wet year! Barbara Baldwin http://www.authorsden.com/barbarajbaldwin https://www.amazon.com/stores/Barbara-Baldwin/author/
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