Rainsong

[Kay Sera]

The simmering tap of keyboards blurred into the rain's quiet song. The general hum was interrupted by the occasional phone call or clap of thunder, but nothing could fully disturb the solemnity of the atmosphere.

In the communal isolation, she sat; her fingers joining with the others, adding their own rhythm to the song's tuneless drone. 

To her mind, the rain expressed and told all of the stories she had never dared to write in its simple, playful banter on the windowpane, without thought to word or wit but captivating to anyone who dared listen. She longed to write with the sincerity and fluidity of the raindrops that fell, and vowed to attempt to capture the rainsong as soon as she had returned home. 

[Joey Delgado]

Rain and writing just go together. This is gorgeous, Kay. Rain is your muse, and we are a lucky and captive audience.

[Angela]

"She longed to write with the sincerity and fluidity of the raindrops" - this is beautiful.  I long for it, too.  Lovely six.  The rain, the keyboards clicking...great atmosphere.

[Stephen Torelli]

I believe she has captured "the rain song" in this spellbinding Six.