Browsing the Books as the Rain Falls

 

It was perfectly timed. On a day out of town an essential stop was, naturally, a bookstore (Barnes & Noble in this case). The clouds were massive grey buildings in the sky as we entered the bookstore, and here we are in the depths of summer, so it's likely that means a storm is about to crack open, but who can say when the sky will open and for how long? It is kind of a guessing game.

Maybe ten minutes after entering the bookstore the rumbles were overhead with lightning flashing through the windows and heavy rain pounding the pavement and cars parked outside. The sudden roar of the storm outside brought an element of comfort being inside and away from the stormy nature. And we had a whole bookstore to explore - as I said, perfect timing. The atmosphere of delight grew with a storm outside and books inside. It isn't too often that I visit a big bookstore and spend a good hour or more browsing so it was a treat. 

Isn't it interesting how we react to strong weather particularly? Weather in the form of storms might raise fear and trepidation to some, but others may feel a sense of intrigue and mystery. The elements combining above our heads swirling with heat and colliding with colder air in the far reaches of the sky create a (sometimes) violent reaction in the form of sounds, sights, and moisture. It is fascinating. I recognize one can feel that fascination from the safe place such as an indoor location. If you get caught outside or on the road trying to drive it might not be quite as fascinating. However, from this particular experience inside a bookstore, it's full of intrigue and bookish possibility.

I restrained myself and only bought one book (and a couple little journals, one a gift) and it was a lovely afternoon excursion. By the time we paid and left, just a drizzle was falling, and the sky soon cleared out from all rain and storm remnants, leaving behind a slate grey palate.

How are you spending your summer? On the road? In the pool? At relatives' houses? Curled up on the cosy chair with a stack of books within arm's reach and possibly a cup of tea at the ready? You can tell where I am most of the time. Wishing you all the best this summer, with many books in your hands.