"Kate had been traveling the road for hours, the rain her sole companion. It was an entertainer, the Irish rain, performing an endless variety of tricks for her amusement. It blew sideways, pounded and sighed and dripped. It hailed neat little balls of ice that melted off her hood and shoulders. She did her best to ignore it. She knew the type. She was from Seattle, after all, the city of her birth, life, and heartbreak."
Isn't that a beautiful beginning? Despite the moisture, it makes me long to visit Ireland more.