Here Comes the Rain

Morning Mother,


       Just got home from work not long ago and I have the littlest one here beside me watching some cartoons. It’s cold, gray and rainy outside so far today. I remember when I was growing up and there would be a storm come through and knock out the power. We would get out the oil lamps and light them up. Board games were pulled out of the closet and we let the good times roll. I hope to have times like that with my girls. I want them to have those memories to look back on when they grow up and have children of their own.

       In the summertime when the rain would pour you would let me and Nathaniel go outside and get soaked until we got bored or until it would start lightening—so many good times with the rain, when it was warm that is. Another favorite thing of mine to do when it rained was to go out to the old barn and swing in the hammock and listen to the rain hit the tin roof. One memory links to another. I could write so much with loosely linked memories. Most of which you probably never knew about. Maybe someday I’ll get to tell you all about them and you could tell me some of your memories. I’ll think more on that and get back to you. Talk to you later.