It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. He went to bed with a bump on his head and couldn’t get up in the morning.
While that little rhyme is a bit disturbing, I mean, does he dies in his sleep? Anyway, I’m thinking about that poem today, because…
It’s raining!!! And it feels wonderful! Most of it is a farmer’s rain with small interruptions of heavier downpours, and it is heavenly. Our ground needs it, too! Most of the boat ramps at the area lakes are closed since water levels are down 10 feet or more. We’ll take the water! I’ll sit here on the couch and enjoy the gentle patter.
And catch up on my DVR!