Richard bought me My Neighbor Totoro : A novel for Christmas. Today I just read
The rain kept falling, falling, falling…
The sound of rain was everywhere.
It plopped in the mud and splashed in the puddles, slithered down branches and tinkled from the leaf tips, a symphony of tiny notes playing and fading away endlessly
which I thought was beautiful and somehow seemed appropriate given the sheer amount of water that has fallen from the sky recently. Obviously, as I type this, it isn’t actually raining. I’m sure it will be by dog walking time tomorrow morning though.