For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. It was faint, but I could hear it. Outside my window in the dark hours early this morning, beside the cadence of my dancing windchimes, I could hear raindrops. I'd heard the west side was getting hit with rain, wind, cool temperatures and thunderstorms last night. I stepped outside to roll up the windows on my wife's car and felt one, heavy drop of water on my uncovered head. The breeze was warm on my face but the smell of ozone permeated the atmosphere. There I was, standing in my skivvies, keys in hand, staring up at a dark sky luxuriating in the moment. It's been a while since we've had a good rain here in Eastern Washington. We could use it. So too could the salmon trying to reach spawning grounds in our rivers and streams. Anglers plying the waters for late-running summer chinook are also probably hoping for rain to push more fish upstream. The falling drops of water also made me think of my fall fishing experience at Fish Lake years ago in a downpour. I had the lake to myself and it was incredible. Until next time, Good Fishing!