With April showers on my mind, I thought this would be a timely post.
What is your favorite rainy memory?
Mine occurred a few years back. It was a sticky summer day and God sent us one of those late day rainshowers. Only it was much more than a shower; this was heavy duty stuff. Big drops and puddles. My husband and the two boys ran into it, the boys clad only in underwear. Around and around the deck they went, hair matted to their little foreheads, water dripping from their eyelashes, their laughter sounding above the driving rain. They hoped for rain each day after.
As always, love to hear your thoughts--rainy or sunny!