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I've added rain as a scene element in most of my stories. The weather is nearly a secondary character in Windswept Shores, while Megan and Seth struggle to survive on a deserted island in the Bahamas, and in Weather Witch, Meredith, shows her emotion in a most singular way, the weather.
In my current release, Matrix Crystal Hunters, a science fiction romance, it's the start of the rainy season on the distant planet of Zenevieva. On a trek out to the badlands, Vach and Maya get caught in the rain, but my favorite scene comes just after.
Blurb for Matrix Crysal Hunters:
The trail seemed to go on forever. Puddles reflected the dark gray sky. The air had a fresh-scrubbed smell, which contrasted with the earthy scent of the damp ground.
Several hours later, Maya checked her watch. Twelve o’clock. Which could mean it was closer to ten, since the Zeeman day had twenty-two hours and her watch used Earth’s twenty-four hour cycle. A hooded Zeeman stood not far off, staring at her. She stared back, wondering if it was a herder. But where was his flock?
Several more Zeeman-shaped figures were standing in a group, not far away, but their cloaks didn’t appear to be being stirred by the fretful wind. Maybe they weren’t Zeemen at all. Statues of some sort?
Later, she spotted one ahead of her, near the road. As she rode closer, she saw that it was a stone pillar of some kind. Zeeman-shaped, but much larger, maybe ten to twelve feet in height. She looked it up and down, trying to find carvings or letterings, but there were none.
She turned over the possibilities in her mind, finally coming to the conclusion that these must be the roots of long dead trees and bushes encased in limestone jackets. A few miles down the road, more of these pillars filled the landscape. The standing stones seemed to be watching her, from out on the flat plane. A shiver went down Maya’s back. Creepy.
Vach waited for her at the next rest stop. His nasty sherakey had been tied up at the far side, with a bush to chew on. Brawley made his way into the clearing, and Vach held his arms up, so he could help Maya dismount. She pulled a leg over the huge saddle horn and slid off into his arms.
Vach caught her, laughing. “Got you.”
She smiled. “Yes you do. Now, can you kindly help me walk? I’m as stiff as a board.”
“Of course.” He half-carried her over to a picnic table and bench set.
She let out a groan as she sat on the hard, ironwood surface.
“The ride will get better.” He rubbed her back.
Maya looked at him. “Promise?”