Rain

It's raining, it's pouring
The old man is snoring.
He went to bed and bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning.

I used to wonder as a kid what snoring had to do with the rain when I heard this poem. And how exactly did that old man bump his head?

I awoke to blahness this morning, but mid-morning the sun was out for a bit. Then I saw that an approaching patch of green and yellow gloom and doom was coming as I looked at Doppler radar. I sat on my porch eating lunch as I heard the distant rumbling thunder, the winds blowing. It felt nice. The winds reminded me of Euan, and I said out loud that I wished he was here. Two minutes later, I watched a white butterfly flitting around across the street, making it's way over to where I sat. Euan was definitely around, and I started bawling my eyes out for the second time today. Once I had some control, I headed back into the house. And now, 5 minutes later, it's raining buckets outside, I can't even see the street.

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Anonymous said…
I just really thought about that song..funny I sang it all the time as a kid. We are suppose to have bad , dreary weather all week. That storm is headed for the Gulf..just hope it stays away..I will take the rain..LOl
I love the stories of Euan and the butterflies..funny when we see a butter fly Kk & I always say its my Grandpa.
I love your new Blog..and I agree..words can hurt so much...so HUGS to ya Loca...Love ya!!!
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