Still Raining ... But Who Can Complain?

I haven't ridden the Star once since her return home, but the rain is drumming on the tin roof and with this idyllic sight who can complain. Cozy and warm, it's just me and  my editors...writing/reading/planning and wondering where the heck Randy is.

Sometimes I just enjoy the sound of the rain.

May One: Scenes From The Hood

The Lake (between raindrops)

Trilliums (Right on cue)

Dandies (Here and gone already)

Bird (On a stump)

 Update on Randy ...

Randy has disappeared as mysteriously as he appeared. I saw only what looked like the tip of a twisted, work booted foot peaking over the sides of the pick up truck as it rushed out the drive. Nothing remains but the scrape marks made as his heavy body was dragged across the dirty concrete. The Star is lonely! Where's Randy?