A Little Rain Must Fall

Into every life, a little rain must fall. Why must it wait until my lesson?

At first it was merely annoying. I only once threatened to dump Brita in the mud and head to the barn. Then I staged a brief work stoppage over a very wet and suspicious looking weed.

But we soldier on....

Mom flees to the relative comfort of the front porch and hides between the hanging baskets.

OK, that's enough...everyone head for the barn!