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Let it rain


Monsoon season brings frisky unpredictable weather. Thank god, endless days of sunshine are such a bore. Never thought I would think about rain so much, tempting those clouds to just give us what they got. But 12 years in the desert have parched the Scottish lass, and when I think of what I would like to attract, it is rain.

Last night, full moon I sat in the jungle of trees at the back of the garden, and read the sky as clouds flurried past. Powerful moon, linger planets of Saturn and Mars. Nothing simple about that alliance. Bring it on, HA - she says unaware of their unavoidable purpose.

The painter has been sitting out the wind and rain in his studio. From there he can appraise the clouds and consider if he has enough time to get outside and set up his easel before the bothersome winds come. Painting in rain is not generally a problem with oils. But the monsoon rain can hit with such a force that the drops can nudge the paint. The only other time hes met such powerful rain is in the Hebrides, where a good brisk shower can be expected ever 20 minutes.

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