Snort. I actually had that sentence in the first modern gothic romance novel I wrote. Delia called me on it. It was there and I didn't even see it.
It may be a cliche but, guess what?
It is a dark and stormy night. I just drove home from work in pouring rain, fierce wind, loud thunder and lightening striking frequently and frighteningly.
I love storms. I don't especially like driving in them. I'm usually going back and forth between being exhilirated and fascinated and cursing my luck to be out in them.
Do you like storms?
My cat Bernie, who usually greets me when I come home purring and begging for affection, is in his dry, safe, hidey-hole tonight.
I have a stack of books I need to tell you about but I'm falling asleep at my computer so I'm going to have mercy on your tbr piles for now.
Don't expect that to continue, though, cause there are some authors who really deserve accolades.
For now I'm off to get some zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's....