Rain

Paint Me a Picture A Child Needs to Know A Choice to Make A Mother's Day Poem A Mother's Presence A Special Season Another Year Dream Number 4 Each Day Contains Your Name East of Jobson For Her Majesty Queen Ann of Trowbridge Near Glouchester Foreshadowing God's House Grant Me The Honor In Harbor January Later . . . Tonight Mon Vive Avec Tu Open Window Padre Island Peace Port to Port Rain Rain Again Rarity Rising Sun Spring Trilogy The Knight (Return to the Court) The Landgar Mountains The Letter (From Oldham at Carrington) The Mirror That My Father Made The Next School Year The Two Faces of Rain The Voice in the Forest This Holiday Season When I Think of You Winter's Day Year's Before You, the Rain and Me

Rain Why do we run from the rain, when we should be savoring the softness of each drop as it gently falls all around us..and on us...caressing the skin and leaving its mark for a while. Why do we duck our heads and run in the rain, when we should be looking up and feeling the gentle liquid as it showers our face with an adornment we have not felt...in a long time...since childhood maybe. Enjoy the rain....the moment....the memories.