What is it about a gentle rain that is so calming, soothing, and better than a lullaby for putting a person to sleep? Rain drips from eaves and leaves; the morning is dark and thunder rumbles softly somewhere in the distance. Maybe nature is tucking her children in, getting trees, grass, and plants ready for winter.
When Sara and Nathan were small, after a good, hard rainstorm, we would go to the ditch alongside the street and race leaves or sticks down the current. It was amazing what obstacles our leaf boats would encounter and sometimes we would build a dam just to see if our intrepid vessel could surmount the difficulty. And, puddles after a rain! Well, that was a lot of fun. Not only wading in them, but stomping and splashing the water. Frogs, ducks, ad children love the rain. So do mystery writers who happen to be grandmas of a certain age.
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