I felt driven to put up another short post by the incredible thunderstorm that’s been raging in Nashville for the past 24 hours.
I’ve been cooped up for about a week now studying for my second semester senior year finals (my last finals ever), and I’m wishing that I had more time to write. The lightning that flashes outside of my window and the thunder that makes my desk and floor shake haven’t let up a bit in the last day. I’m reminded of going out onto my back porch during a summer thunderstorm a few years ago to write while the rain came down all around me. None of us can control the weather, but if we could I might choose to write in the rain more often than not.
I remember stepping onto the porch and loving the soothing sound of the rain as it hammered on the roof. I didn’t need to listen to music because I had the drumming of the raindrops. It smelled like Summer. I sat in a comfortable chair at a round glass table with nothing on it but my computer. Every once in a while a flash of lightning would make me glance up, and I would wait a few seconds for the thunder to roll in. I remember pausing to look up and finding that two hours had passed. I’d written just over 4,000 words. And it was still raining.
Maybe you should avoid this if you’re trying to write the happiest of scenes. But if you’re really wrestling with some idea or question or issue in your writing, which I hope everyone is at some point because that’s what makes for the best stories, I would recommend giving it a try.
If April shower bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?