I remembered when I was just a little kid. I loved the rain. Id run in and out from the protection of our back porch. One time when we were swimming down at the creek, a little summer shower came down the valley. My grandmother drove her car down to get us yelling, Come on. Get out of the rain. Youre going to get wet!
It became a family joke for many years after.
The thunder shower passed and the sun came out for a few bright minutes. Then the sky blackened and opened up once more. Lightning flashed and the thunder roared immediately across the sky, echoing off the green Vermont hillsides. Steady sheets of water pounded onto my arms and back. Its steady massage took my pain away. I could feel a new sense of existence. It washed me clean. The dirt and grime flowed into the moat but it
