I'm slowly, slowly working my way through The Yearling. Last night, I read the chapter in which the Baxters face an eight-day deluge of rain. Shortly after I finished and turned out the light, a little thunderstorm came through in real life. It was sort of a surreal moment, with the description of the story still in my head and the sound of rain pouring down outside my window. It made me extra thankful for my soft pillow, fluffy comforter, and warm husband to snuggle to!