She closed her eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of the rain against the windowpane.
It rained on and on, until the rain tuned the road into a river. It grew deeper and broader, until the sun burst through. Now there were boats sailing on the river, with brightly coloured sails.
She was on holiday in France, going down the Loire and visiting the Chateaux. There was a son-et-lumières display, with fireworks lighting up the sky.
She woke with a start and realised the storm had blown kitchen window open. She really needed to get that latch fixed. Tomorrow.
My contribution to this week’s 100wcgu: …the rain turned the road into a river…
Rain studies inspired by Bob Davies’ tutorial. And yes, blue is my favourite colour. How did you guess?
16 thoughts on “Rain”
You took me into the dream with out my awareness, just as one falls asleep on the couch during the storm and floats into that reality. nicely done! 🙂
Thanks. I do think it’s strange how dreams change things, and one finds it quite natural…
and the artwork is beautiful, too!
Lovely watery blues, a talent for words and pictures. Wonderful.
How very kind.
Thanks for appreciating.
This was great, and I loved your paintings. The punchline was really well done, I had to go back and reread – it was so subtle how she feel asleep, and of course, the rain can have such a lulling effect.
Thanks. I wonder if that’s why I’m so tired these days…
Imaginative, colorful and all around relaxing. A perfect way to spend a rain storm.
Thanks. Nothing more cosy than bad weather – through a nice window, of course.
Thanks for calling in on my site.
As I was reading, I was thinking how much like gorgeous coloured glass those pictures were, when, guess what….a window had blown open. 🙂
I never even thought of that :-). Thanks.
She really needed to get that latch fixed? Nice. Dreams do come to warn us. NICE!
Thanks. I think we somehow weave the sounds we hear into our dreams…