The rain and wind are picking up. It may be one of our last autumn rainstorms. I'm enjoying the dark solitude. I like the sound rain makes. It's heavy, so my tin cabin roof beats with the rythem of the falling droplets. Snow doesn't have that effect. It merely brushes by in a wisp of the wind. So for the time being, although I am stuck indoors peering out, I am dearly enjoying the tune of one of my last little rainy days.
