Rain Again

[rejectomorph]

Rain returns softly and, with the full moon's help, turns night to a shimmering hall resonant with liquid sound. So relaxing is this music that I almost fell asleep several times as I sat reading. I spent little time with Sluggo, as I did not wish his hums and whirs to interfere with the sounds of rain and soft wind singing in the pines. Some nights are simply not meant for computers. He needed a rest, in any case, as did I. I think that this evening I might be back. On the other hand, I might decide that the rain needs more of my attention. We shall see.