A stormy Sunday – does it get any better than this? A perfect kind of day to curl up with a book and enjoy.
Dark. Gloomy. The rain pelts the roof and the windows. A flash of lightening; a crack of thunder. The wind blows the raindrops in waves across the lake’s surface. The waves, in turn, race to the other side one behind the other.
The rain is welcomed. There has been far too little of it again this year.