This morning I walked my dogs in the rain. Pulled on my heavy rain boots, my rain coat, and a hat. Grabbed an umbrella. Then, somehow, herded two dogs for nearly an hour down the rain-soaked path edging the river (snort, snort – more like a stream, or a canal, but let’s pretend it’s a river, because rivers are sexy!) near my home. All that rain got me to thinking about rain in storytelling.
In novels, rain is so romantic. You go for a walk, the clouds part, the sky breaks, and droplets fall down on you. Your skin is warm and wet with raindrops. And the hero appears, all smolder-y and with raindrops glistening on his muscly, toned arms. You kiss as the rain falls down.
So there I was with my dogs. With my unsexy raincoat. With my umbrella. With my real life.
But I made sure to give hubby a long, lingering kiss when I returned home. Gotta do my best to bring a little of the romance in novels into real life!