April 30th: The warmest day since September is upon us

I cannot write on a sunny day. My soul drifts toward the window and floats out on a prism of light.
Alighting on a flower petal, humming with contentment, it spreads its wings to the sun.
But oh, a rainy day! I'm snug in my study, the lightning flashing through my soul, the inspiration of a soft pillow at my back, and the waves of music washing over me. While my garden takes a bath, my spirit comes to me purified, ready to create.