“The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.”
Susan Allen Toth (found via http://ophidiophobic.tumblr.com/)
Yesterday evening was stormy and wild, perfect time for painting and candles. I watched the rain fall down and wash the leaves on the ground.