I love to work with my window open while it is raining. The sound of rain on the leaves, on the roofs, on the ground, is a natural counterpoint to the electromechanical typing clicks. The cold breeze that enters the window from time to time makes me shiver like a low voltage shock. I sneeze, losing the thread of what I was writing, then find it again and the reprise of the rhythmical clicks goes on.
A hard working wasp in the big garden of the Internet