Late Summer
Listening to the rain outside the window, I drifted into a daze and felt like writing something. I carefully wrote the word “Outline” at the top of the page, then sat listening to the rain and lost myself in thought again.
Before I knew it, rolling thunder filled the air. I looked down. The big word “Outline” was still sitting there. I smiled at myself, figured autumn was almost here, and decided to start writing from there. I lifted my pen, and my thoughts gradually began to wander.
It seemed to have been raining that day, too.
