Parts of our country have a lot of rain, more than they need, floods; in my part of the country, we are parched and need rain desperately. I like to read or write when rain falls; I also like to write about rain, and I do–a lot.
Here are excerpts from The Cemetery Club, Grave Shift, Best Left Buried, Grave Heritage, Moonlight Can Be Murder, By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, and Moonstruck and Murderous. Can you guess which book each quote came from?
Rain and wind struck us like a wall.
As if in agreement, a low roar began over our heads and wind, rain, and hail came at us, battling to whirl us into the seething heavens.
Bare trees bent before a gusty wind which tossed handfuls of rain at the car as if warning us to turn back.
Lightning lit the bushes and trees around me as a tall form stepped from the curtain of rain .
Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and here in this upstairs room, the rain sounded like a drum against the roof.
Unbelievably, rain peppered onto the trees and dripped from the eaves.
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