Rain, rain

Visiting my brother and his family over the weekend was fun. We spent Sunday crammed on his tiny front porch watching the rain. For hours. This is the sort of thing that a lot of people SAY they would enjoy doing, but after ten minutes they would be engaged in some other frenetic activity. It reminded me of my small town roots, where you squeezed as much enjoyment as you could out of every mundane activity. In such a world a bolt of lightening is a major event and requires quite a lot of conversation to fully absorb, not to mention material for all sorts of attempts at humor. God...I'm such a hick!