Blessèd Rainful Frolicks

After nine long months, the skies in Hell blessed us with RAIN! This past weekend saw sprinkles, downpours, thunder & joy. I spent much time out & about, enjoying the much-desired deluge with my wingèd familiar, Hootxon.

To splash through rainfall, enjoying the freshly-cleansed air, the slight bite of cold, the gentle patter of drops—I would gladly on any day, but after so long without? I felt restored, as one might after a goblet of nectar! I sometimes feel I would be happiest in a place where it rained every day…perhaps I ought to make one?

Until I do—please peruse my suggestions for rainy-day activities, if ye should be so lucky as to enjoy some rain over these next few months:

• Poring over an ancient tome with mulled wine, hot cocoa, or a burning sense of revenge

• Putting together a little puzzle of a cozy cottage, or foreboding castle, or the Inscrutable Treaty of 1091 (in the original Norman)

• Prancing about through puddles & over streams

• Gazing forlornly out of thy window, as the rivulets descend at random

• Gazing forlornly out of thy neighbor’s window

• Gazing forlornly at thy neighbor’s widow

• Picturing how the Earth might look, swept clean by endless rain

• Regretting picturing something so apocalyptic

• Sipping more hot cocoa

• Allowing the rains to cleanse ye of all sin

• Planning to sin afresh

• Cookie time!

Thank ye for reading, mortals! & we give thanks to all the extra-generous among ye who can & do support our works here in the Scriptorium.

I shall write ye come Wednesday with news of this week’s episode! ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & may the rains fall gentle & sweet upon thy heads, mortals.

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Rainwright