Like rain pitter-pattering on a tile roof, the sound of dribble drabble soaked through my coat and sloshed into my shoes as I wadded across the endless puddles it created.
I'd been brain-dead of creative thinking for so long that, instead of being grateful for the sudden onslaught of ideas, I became irritated and sullen. It was raining creativity, and the sharp headache that was brewing was due to those insistent, intruding drops in my mind; drops of dribble drabble that I knew wouldn't cease until I arrived home, turned on my laptop and began to unblock, brainstorm and write.
