* i love the rain

when i was a kid, my father (albert) used to sit out on the front porch during thunderstorms.  we (his wife & kids) would gather around him, and we would applaud the lightning and thunder.  the neighbors, of course, thought that we were crazy -- so we named our house "m.m.i."

i've wondered if, when albert was a kid, if he'd been scared of storms.  i wondered if that was his way of helping us not to be.

i'm grateful for albert, and i love the rain.