I never realized how much weather influenced my writing until tonight. I guess I just didn't give it much thought. Tonight, I'm writing while listening to the rain, and what I hear is my main character's voice loud and clear. This guy is really fascinating and had a joy-shredding childhood. So far, he's managed to keep his pain and resentment tamped down until . . .
Wow. Listen to that thunder!
What climate brings the best out of your pen?