Writer's Paradise

It was hot and muggy today.  It reminded me of being stuck in a pot of boiling noodles...if I could be in a pot of boiling noodles....

Anywho, by the time I had returned from work, eaten lunch with Stephen (who is my wonderful boyfriend!), finished errands at the University, and parked my little car, it started to rain.  Now, it was just a misty trickle. So I sat in my car gathering my things and watched as the rain began to fall more steadily.  Once I was in inside my apartment, it began to POUR!  Imagine Niagara Falls outside of your bedroom window while a child drums on a pot as lightening flickers outside.

So what do I do?  Grab my laptop, log onto my Civil Wars Pandora station and get to blogging!  Its a writer's paradise.  Forever and truly.  I just need a cup of Earl Grey and the moment would be complete.

I got to thinking...what makes this writer's paradise for me?  What makes the rain force me to write?  I have a feeling its because it reminds me of foggy London weather.  Mind you, I have never been to London, however, that's how I imagine it.  What is more appealing to a writer than cozying up to quiet piano music and letting them words flow just as the rain does?