Rainy J-way

The first time I rode my bike in the rain, I complained.

Second time, I knew better.

Leaves leaning down into the path so I have to duck. Trees bent with water. And the shshsh of my bike’s tires on the road. The sphlsh of rolling through puddles and pumping the breaks to slow down.

Somehow riding in the rain is like taking a shower. Not because I’m getting wet, but because my mind is filling with ideas. Blog posts, what happens next in my novel, what to bake for an upcoming potluck.

Some folks say the shower is a muse. For me it’s a ride through the rain.