When I saw the weather forecast last week calling for rain this week, I didn't believe it.  It simply doesn't rain here this time of year...and yet here I sit looking out at the rain falling to the ground for the second day in a row.  I've missed it, I must say.  I know other parts of the country are getting tons of rain and people are pretty much sick of it, but I guess I've officially lived here long enough to want it to rain. 

I don't know why but dark, rainy days bring out the creativity in me.  Don't get me wrong, I love the sunshine but there's something compelling about the gray, overcast days that makes me want to grab a notebook (leave the laptop at home) and sit under an awning somewhere listening to the rain and write my heart out.  It all started on Monday when, although it hadn't started raining yet, it was gray and daunting and I found myself longing to be at the beach.

I discovered on Cape Cod the beauty of a beach on cold and cloudy days - there's just something achingly beautiful and mysterious that draws me. 

So, on Monday, I threw on some shorts, grabbed my Signature Sound hoodie and headed downtown to East Beach to watch the waves and write a while.  I could have gone to the beach here by the house, but East Beach offers the added bonus of having a snack stand that sells an amazing cobb salad so it won out.  Even though I only had a couple of hours to spend down there, the cool breeze and the dark waves did my creative soul much good.  I couldn't write fast enough and the words just seemed to roll off my pen.

It's supposed to clear today and tomorrow will be sunny again.  I'll be ready for it -- that's why you live here -- but I've needed these past couple of days to make me feel like a true writer again.