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3 Surprising Ways Rains Helped Me Write Better

They were the perfect companion

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Last evening, rains came to my writing aid.

I had been privy to the magic of rains since childhood. As summers would draw to a close, I ached for looming clouds on the horizon. Waking up to grey skies was a special delight. A pleasure I savored a little early this year thanks to cyclonic disruptions.

As I sat against the window typing away an article, I noticed the weather behave differently. Dark, grey clouds smothered clear blue skies. Winds rushed from all directions to join the act. Much to my delight, it started pouring soon.

In this brief euphoric moment, I discovered three ways rains were helping me write better.

A thousand tiny droplets drummed over the tin roof of my house. They orchestrated to the wind. Swaying to the rhythm of its baton.

Thunder dribbled in quick, spasmodic drum beats. It intensified the act for a moment. Then, it faded away. I could no longer hear my neighbor blaring distracting music on his speakers. Or the crowd and the traffic under my window. The rain had silenced all futile ruminations. It helped me to concentrate on the 15.6 inches of white canvass on which beautiful black letters were now taking shape.

The cool, calm atmosphere is an effective natural therapist. As I stood stupefied under the its spell, its underlings catered to my senses. The aroma of soil drenched in rainwater profused the air, filling me up with an indiscernible delight. Mist pulled me in its snug arms, cradling my insecurities away. Wind pixies encircled my head. They fished out their tools and oiled the rusty parts. Scrubbing my senses clean. Washing away the muck of a writer’s block. Then, they softly tousled my hair and flew away in search of another writer waiting to be serviced somewhere.

I watched the world under a rainy spell and ached to pay the spectacle a tribute.

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