Rain

In our family, a rainy day has always been a cause for celebration.

We would usually stop whatever we were doing, and with my husband, Burt,  leading the charge, all five of us would pile out onto the front porch, reveling in the wonder of water falling from the sky.

When the girls were tiny, I remember teaching them to look closely at the dancing drops, and we would laugh at the tiny explosions as they hit the ground. Sometimes we could not all manage to make it outside when the rain started, but Burt would almost always have at least one girl on his lap, silently soaking in the comforting sound.

It's no wonder I looked outside one day and saw Abby lying in the front yard, waiting for the blessing, and when it came, she soaked it up.

Her daddy taught her well.