Another stormy afternoon looms over the Upper Texas Coast. But as my Dad used to say: “Let it rain!”
Only recently have I begun to fully appreciate the sentiment my father espoused so often so many years, or now so it seems, ago. I have always liked the rain. I missed rain when I lived in places which had much less rain than with which I was most comfortable. But the fact is, life goes on and watching it from the porch while it rains can be just as great as viewing life from a mountain top or beach on a cloudless day.
Had my Dad not have died 24 years ago he would have been 93 years old today, and had he been where I am this day he probably would be drinking a cold beer and exclaiming: “Let it rain!”
Happy Juneteenth plus one, Pops.