rain rain

Rain is falling, the gentle sound lulling baby Jude to sleep. He has woken from his afternoon nap at least five times now, and hearing the rhythmic sound of rain droplets dancing on the patio, has fallen back into the most peaceful slumber.

I have lit two candles.

Relaxedly finished a drawing with brush and ink.
Enjoyed lunch.
Brought two pieces of pumpkin pie to our neighbours to enjoy.

I love the rain.