It's coming down, down, down.

Fall, fall, fall. I sit at law school surrounded by windows overlooking trees and damp grey sky. A crash of thunder just rolled overhead for the first time I can remember in the longest time.
I finally figured my woodstove out this week and now I really feel like I live in a cabin. Quiet nights at home with the fire going, sitting on the porch at night smelling the smoke mix with the rain all perfect for curling up with a good book.
Winter of our content.
It’s true. This weather instills a desire to gather round the fireplace with friends and drink, drink, drink ourselves silly listening to good music.
The rain’s really coming down now. That’s what the boy who just walked by said to me, after all.
It’s coming down, down, down. Is that a song? I likes the rainy day songs. Rain makes it’s own songs these days too.