Rainy Days for Remembering
Thursday, May 7th, 2009Sometimes the rain whispers things I didn’t know I’d forgotten. A childhood memory or two. Out my Dad would leap into the downpour, spry and childlike, checking his gutters and downspouts- verifying their draining capacity. Ever the engineer. Once the lawn chairs had been set up in the gaping coolness of the garage, out my [...]
