The soft peals of thunder and the constant crackling of the drops on the leaves in my backyard is wonderful. I have forgotten how fantastic a slow, drenching rain is. It rained in Los Angeles occasionally, but there were never any long days of rain with ever present booms and smashes of thunder. Most forecast rain in L.A. were showers that never lasted more than an hour. Today, at my new home, it has been raining all afternoon and the music of the thunder is especially soothing. I know that spring rain brings new life, and it is seemingly in perfect alignment with my new life here. A symbol of regeneration if you will.

I’ve spent the afternoon scouring the internet for jobs, and applied to a few. I seem to be at a strange place in my career. Now, I have the freedom to continue to pursue editing or the chance to change it up completely and try writing full time. Of course, I suppose it’ll ultimately depend on which field offers a means of keeping the roof over our head.

The good news is, I have an interview next week sometime. I’ll let you know how it turns out.

If it is raining where you are, take a moment to watch and listen to the storm. I guarantee you it won’t be wasted time…